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(un)loving miya atsumu

fourteen.

loving miya atsumu

Dear Atsumu,

I hate how much your face is the first thing that comes to mind when I think about the word - ‘happiness’ and ‘love’. Happiness, because it radiates off your bones, no matter the situation, in court when up against strong opponents, thwarting plays with a setter dump or when you’re up serving, or when pulling off nasty quicks with your brother or any other player, off court when you fight with Osamu over the last ice cream at the convenience store, when you share a stupid joke with your dad, or even when you’re with the people you care about. Love, because you do everything with just the right to too much amount of love, pouring your everything in it, pouring your heart in the things that make you happy may it be volleyball, Osamu, your family, Mika- not a single wasted opportunity to convey your love and happiness. Nobody compares the way you do.

You’ve set a standard for almost everything, which is why you expect nothing for the best to be at the receiving end of both happiness and love.

I hope you know that to me; you are the embodiment of both happiness and love. Because I really hate how you remain the embodiment of these two words I have difficulty expressing.

Your name literally translates to 'to devour' and in a sense, you are someone who happily, readily accepts love and happiness on a daily basis, allowing it to fill you up to the core and share it with everyone.

You are everything that is everything – the sun after a stormy day, the sunshine in my veins, the kiss of the wind against my skin, the light to my darkness, my sunflower. You are everything to me, and to you, I offer, my whole heart, which you don’t have to worry returning, because it’s yours. Always has been.

- (Y/N)’s letter, 1 out of 13

"MIKA!" launching yourself at your big sister, engulfing in a hug, the two of you laughed. Breaking away, you held your older sister an arm's length, taking her in. "You're home! You're here!" The excitement was evident in your tone, a bit of confusion as well, at the joyful arrival of your big sister.

"Just thought I'd surprise you!"

Frowning slightly, you ask again. "But how about school?"

"I'm on break!"

"Alexander and Pien?"

"The family's currently on vacation in Spain," sensing another question coming, she furthers. "the parents were the ones who arranged this trip, because they know it would mean the world to me and I would never want to miss my little sister's big day."

The grin on your face softened, engulfing your sister into a hug again. "I'm just so happy you're here,"

"Me, too."

Despite everything that went down, before anything else in the world, this was your sister – your best friend by design. After months apart, talking to her virtually for a year, having her in person was such a delight. Seeing her home was probably the best graduation gift you could ask more.

Swaying into your hug, relishing in the feeling of her touch, Mika slowly opens her eyes, seeing the twins, finally remembering that they weren't alone.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry!" dropping the hug, she turns to the twins. "Atsumu, Osamu, hello!"

"Welcome back, Mika-nee," says Osamu.

"H-Hey Mika-nee," Atsumu stutters.

Something unsettled in your belly, coming at a screeching halt at the reunion. You could feel Osamu's eyes on you. Balling your hands into fists, you swallowed that ugly feeling, wearing a smile on.

"Shall we head inside?" Nobody seemed to notice the slight crack in your voice, which you were thankful for. Lowering your head, your eyes easily found your graduation pin, a reminder.

Atsumu, however, seemed out of it. Even in the presence of his first love, he didn't seem the least happy to see her. In fact, he almost looked, dare you say, troubled.

While the three of you were taking off your shoes, the house filled with joyous noises from both families, you turned to the blond-dyed teen worriedly.

"Atsumu, are you alright?"

Is he alright? How was he supposed to feel? Mika was right there! Mika, the person he's been in love with since he was 9. Love, right? She's always been his standard, the perfect girl for some just as perfect as him. Boyfriend be damned. Mika was there. Mika was here. Shouldn't he be happy?

"Atsumu?" At the sound of your voice, he worked on a feeble smile, worrying you even more.

Snapping out of it, he quirks his lips up. Before you can say another word, his grandparents come barrelling down the hall to greet you three.

Atsumu's smile was worrying.

"How I've missed Japanese food!" Mika gushes at the table, eyes bright at the food on display – especially at the seafood, care of your uncle (of course).

Laughing, the twins' father turns to her. "What's wrong with Dutch food, Mika-chan?"

Aside from sushi, there was an assortment of dishes like tempura, sauteed vegetables, salad, grilled meat, roast beef and chicken, and two cakes. With a feast like this, calling for the occasion, it was enough to water anyone’s mouth.

"It's alright, but kinda bland." they laugh at that.

You sat next to your sister, Kaoru on your other side. Across you sat the twins, Atsumu directly in front of you. Catching his eye, he quirked his lips up – smile seeming forced.

Your mom was all smiles, lifting her glass up. “Well now, let’s make a toast to our graduates!”

"To our bright and wonderful children!” your uncle seconds, joyfully, loudly. “To Atsumu, Osamu, and (Y/N)! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone was clinking their glasses against each other before digging in.

The adults were usually doing the talking, exchanging pleasantries about this and that, while the youngins were on a world of their own. It only made sense why the (extended) table was divided into two – young and old.

Lifting his gaze, Atsumu could see you chatting up with his grandparents, a pleasing and polite smile on your face. As his grandma was sharing about her newest hobby, you were wiping Kaoru’s face clean, much to the younger boy’s displeasure.

“Atsumu, I hear you’ve been scouted by a pro-league?”

Suddenly called by Mika, he was suddenly on the spot. Normally, he would preen, just to keep those bright (e/c) eyes on him. When in truth, he wants another pair of eyes on him.

“Oh, uh…yeah, that’s right.”

“Pfft, what kinda energy is that?” booms his dad’s voice, ringing throughout the room. “Give it more life, Atsumu!” Beside him, his mom pats her husband’s arm, smiling per usual, but had a loving look in her eyes.

“What team are you joining?”

“MSBY Black Jackals,” he replies, staring at his plate. “they’re based in Osaka.”

Atsumu still remembers the day you approached him, shared with him how a scout agent had approached you first, then asked for Atsumu’s contact information. He was so over the moon after you told him that.

“Oh! So it’s close by!”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice, you don’t have to worry about university and just continue doing what you do best. I’m jealous.”

Atsumu works on a faint smile, happy to hear it.

You watched the whole exchange from the corner of your eye, taking a bite of sushi before washing it down with soda, swallowing down the lump in your throat as well.

“Nee-san,” something pat at the corners of your mouth, Kaoru grinning. “your mouth was messy!”

Smiling, you could only pat his head in gratitude. “Thank you, Kaoru.”

“And how about (Y/N)-chan?” the Miya’s grandmother asked you suddenly, bringing the attention to you.

Now at the center of attention, you set down your plate. “Um…I’ll be studying at Hiroshima University.”

“Hiroshima! That’s four hours away from here?” whines the twins’ mom, to which your uncle and mom shrugs easily.

“Well, it was her decision.”

“Waseda was also in her list, but she opted for Hiroshima University.”

Nearly choking on his drink, the twins’ father turns to you. “Wa-Waseda!?”

“Dad, calm down!” Atsumu berates, embarrassed. Beside him, Osamu just helps himself to another serving, handing his grandfather another, too.

“Don’t underestimate Waseda, Atsumu! That’s one of the most prestigious schools in Japan!”

Atsumu knows that very well, because you told them about it. Just that…

“Well, she didn’t pass.” Huffs your uncle, but goes on to explain rather excitedly. “So she went for the next big thing – Hiroshima University!”

“Dad, didn’t we already tell you this?” Osamu frowns, rice sticking to his cheek. “We also told you she passed the exams.”

Their dad deflated at that, scratching at his cheek. “A-Ah, eh…you know your old man, he’s getting old and his memory’s failing him.” Everyone in the table laughs, even young Kaoru!

“Still, Hiroshima’s a long way from here, (Y/N)-chan,” their grandfather turns to you. “Why not join Osamu at Kobe University? Or Atsumu in Osaka at Kansai University?”

Shrugging, you reached over to refill his glass. “I wanted a change of pace, I guess. Also,” sitting back, you brushed strands of hair behind your ear, exposing your conch piercing. “I had a bit of epiphany when we had our class excursion there.”

The adults smile at your words, Mika, most especially.

“Well, I know you’ll do well there which is why we want you to have this,” from his pocket, the twins’ grandfather produced three envelopes – for you, Osamu, and Atsumu. To say that the three of you were shocked would be an understatement. “Here,”

Ever so carefully, the three of you took the envelope with both hands.

“Go on, open it!” says their mom excitedly, recording with their phone.

“OH MY GOD MOM, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING US!”

“Open, open!” their grandmother clapped her hands excitedly, sharing the same sweet smile as her husband.

Glancing at each other, the three of you seemed to share the same idea.

“On three?”

Nod.

“One,”

“Two,”

“Three!”

Outside the window, the wind blew, sending a draft it in (L/N) household. One glance and you were greeted by a world painted in pink hues, blushes of nature come in falling petals – spring has come alright.

In your subdivision, there was only one cherry blossom tree that was planted in the playground just behind your house. At the epicentre of your neighbourhood, like a heartbeat that connected each household to its beating. When spring comes, it blooms, shedding off its petals, scattering against the wind everywhere – for everyone to see.

A chance to bring spring into their homes, to enjoy moments like these without having to worry about leaving. Like a hanami at home.

“Ohhh.”

“…we got money.”

“Granny, Gramps, thank you so much!”

“Use the money wisely now!”

“I’m jealous,” Mika tells you, watching the twins. “you three got to share moments like these, have been for years. But now,” her smile falters a bit. “you’re off on your separate ways. Will you be okay?”

Your big sister will always be your best friend, one deigned to you since you were born and because of blood. But having friends of your own was another story, especially worth noting just how quiet you can be, which is why when they moved to Hyogo and were introduced to the twins, it made her feel settled. The three of you were inseparable, always together, a bond she envied.

At this point in your life, there was no denying the consequences of growing up.

“We all have our own different dreams and ambitions, so it’s only normal that we chase after it.” Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes catch on Osamu. “Osamu’s not as ambitious as his brother, but he’s just as competitive – especially when it comes to his future and happiness.”

“True, but a shame that he’s not going pro like his brother, they would be such a team!”

It would, years of watching them grow together was enough of a testament. The most powerful twins in volleyball.

“They’ll always have volleyball and each other. But when it comes to happiness, that’s another story.” Recalling Osamu’s soft gaze on the finished onigiri he made, the tale he shared afterwards. “Osamu’s happiness in with cooking and food.”

Humming, Mika takes her own drink, sipping in.

“And the thing with Atsumu is that’s he’s always looking forward, never once settling on the past knowing that it will hold him back. In fact, he’s always looking ahead that he tends to forget what he’s doing in present time.”

“It sounds like he’s taken to heart your club motto, huh? ‘We don’t need memories’.”

It was such a powerful motto – moving and inspiring all at once. From the moment your eyes saw Inarizaki’s banner when you were young to the moment you became manager, that motto has stuck with you the most. You love that motto, love its implication and even took it by heart.

“We can’t always be ruled by our past after all.” You set your drink down. “How else are we going to move forward?”

Atsumu stared at the ceiling before him, having given up tossing and turning for the past few hours. After the third hour, he threw in the towel – he was restless, unable to fall asleep from everything that’s happened today. It’s as though he found himself at an impasse – unsure of what he’s been holding on to, unable to comprehend how he should feel with everything going on.

Mika was home. Feelings he’s had for her…surfaced. He thinks. Atsumu broke into a sigh, sitting up, he was a mess.

Suddenly, he heard rummaging from below him, muted light glowing from below.

“’Samu?” he called out.

“Ah, shit.” Osamu craned his head, meeting his eyes. “Sorry, ‘Tsumu. Did I wake you?”

Shaking his head, Atsumu noted that Osamu was dressed up. “Where’re you headed?”

“Out.” He pockets his phone and wallet away.

“By yourself?” When his brother shakes his head, Atsumu shifts from his spot, asking again. “With whom?”

“…with (Y/N).”

Atsumu was silent for a while, coming to realization how Osamu sneaks out a lot in the past. It shouldn’t be a question and should be easy to tell who he usually hung out with late at night.

“Can I come?”

Osamu’s blinked at that. Atsumu waits, hopes. He watches as his brother looks at his phone, then back to his brother. Eventually, he exhales through his nose, wearing a half-smile as he nods slowly.

“Yeah, come on.”

Smiling, Atsumu feels excited as he gets down from his bunk and quickly changes. Following his brother's lead, ever so quietly the twins trudge out of the house, careful not to make any loud noises (which honestly, they shouldn't even bother for everyone in their family were heavy sleepers), door closing shut behind him. It amazed Atsumu how his brother does it all with practiced eased.

Spring evening was chilly, biting at his skin, nipping his nose. Good thing he thought of putting on his hoodie.

Together, the twins head out their house, bypassing their gate and turn, towards the (L/N) house next door where a figure waited.

Dressed in an oversized hoodie that stopped by your mid thighs, gazing up at the night sky in thought, in waiting.

"Yo, (Y/N)."

Lowering your head, (e/c) eyes widened slightly once realizing your best friend didn't come alone. At this, Atsumu raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey, (Y/N). Mind if I tag along?"

You shrug easily, standing to your full height. "Sure, why not."

Spring night was cool and crisp, biting almost – remnants from winter’s past.

Three teens walk along their quiet neighbourhood, cruising along houses for some few blocks until reaching a brightly lit establishment just next to the main road.

Upon entering the store, the cashier – a smiling, tired-looking woman, nods at Osamu and you, eyes shining in familiarity. A recurrence, it seems. Despite the wee hours of the night, the stillness of the silence, bright lights flooded the establishment with a multitude of goods lined up, budget meals prepped and ready, everything seemed liked a sight for any customer.

Following after Osamu, the two cruised through the aisles, his brother grabbing some chips and a seasonal onigiri, the twins nearly towering over. Reaching the end, he felt a chill, realizing he was by the frozen section, with you eyeing the selection with pursed lips.

"Aren't you full from all the food we ate earlier?" Atsumu laughs, standing next to you.

"Lest you forget, Osamu has a black hole for a stomach. I'm on my period, so I have cravings." Saying this, you stare at the selection of ice cream.

"How about curfew?" You were such a stickler for rules, this was so new to him.

Shrugging, you picked up strawberry and chocolate brownie. "Osamu and I sometimes pass off as adults. Plus, this neighborhood tends to be complacent when it comes to curfew."

He smirks. "So you're using that to your advantage, huh? Smart girl."

Your only reply was bumping your shoulder against his, putting the strawberry ice cream in his hands. Which he decidedly takes.

Over your meals, the three of you share laugh, meals, and talks. Unable to help himself, and taking a page from his mother, Atsumu takes a selfie to commemorate the moment, uploading instantly to his social media.

To any other bystander – or whoever sees Atsumu’s selfie, it was nothing more than a teenage hang out with your childhood friend and brother. Rather picturesque of perfect innocence, measured smiles, occasional banter highlighted only by the lights of the sleepy convenience store, saturated by the spring evening.

A moment that sent a lurch down each of your hearts at the knowledge that moments like these were numbered. Caught up in the moment, Atsumu desperately wished for time to freeze, wishing his life was always like this.

Nostalgia filled the night, between childhood friends – like that year of silence meant nothing. It was enough to choke Atsumu, bring him to tears with how much he's missed this. Memories from his past painted into his present with bright hues and ink, he wanted them to stay, etched on his skin - unready to have them washed away when the morning comings.

Late-night snacks ended up with the twins sneaking their game console to the (L/N)'s household, talks continue even as you three were playing video games until the wee hours of the morrow, filled with more talks that piled conversation over conversation, talking as though they had a clue – leaving you all breaking into fits of silly laughter.

Just as you landed second in Mario Kart, Osamu conked out first.

"I swear, he sleeps like a fucking log," Atsumu says, watching you carefully set Osamu's head on your lap, patting his head gently.

Smiling softly, you carefully take the blanket you snuck and tucked him in, and yourself, too. Atsumu stood to turn off the console and the TV, filling the room in darkness. However, the glow from the moon outside was enough to illuminate the living room.

"You'll be heading off to Hiroshima, right?" he whispers, reaffirming the question thrown to you earlier that day, you nod. "Wow,” sitting next to you, on the edge of the sofa, he settles in. “big step."

"I figured that I'd like to open my horizon, have a new pace."

Atsumu remembered the peaceful look on your face when they had their class excursion there, smiling at the memory and a bit on the history of the city.

"Like a fresh new beginning, huh?"

Nodding, eyes beginning to droop, Atsumu carefully brings your head to his chest, falling back. "Like you...you'll be off to Osaka...for MSBY Black Jack'ls" you slur. "Osamu's staying here..."

Humming, he brushes away hair from your face, listening to your voice against Osamu's snores.

"You seem t'be doin' fine," he almost laughs at how thick your Kansai was when you were on the brink of sleep. "'ve always been." Taking an inhale, through your exhale you say, "you don't need me, Atsumu, you never have." and then you slipped off to sleep.

How he envied the friendship you had with Osamu, the one thing that connected you both in the first place. Taking your left hand in his, fingers slotting together, scarred fingers touching against each other, he noses at your forehead, lips a hairsbreadth away from your skin.

“Oh, you have no idea just how wrong you are, (Y/N).” lips pressed the lightest kiss, the moon and the stars as his witness. “I’ll always need you.”

You must've heard him in your sleep, because you were smiling, adorably. It was the last sight he saw before Atsumu slipped off, as well.

Dawn broke out slowly, as it always did in Hyogo, light streaming, searching almost for signs of life in the living room. With the sun slowly making its way up, light follows upwards, eventually finding three bodies knocked out in the living room - sleeping rather awkwardly with two boys sandwiching a girl, peaceful, lost in silence. Somewhat, it was a familiar sight.

Waking up to the smell of breakfast, Atsumu woke with a start, blinking wearily as he took in his surroundings. Right, he snuck out with Osamu and stayed over at the (L/N)’s.

Lifting his head, a ghost of a smile found its way on his face when a mop of (h/c) came to view, your hand still in his. Strands of hair littered your face, which he quickly swept away, causing you to stir.

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" a cheery voice greeted from the kitchen. "Hope you like pancakes!"

Fresh out of bed, with her hair in a messy bun with an apron on was Mika, she looked pretty, adorable even. Atsumu should've been happy by the sight of this, captivated even. But he felt nothing.

At the mention of pancakes, Osamu sleepily lifts his head, in alert, eyes still pinched close. Slowly, you rose from Atsumu’s chest, having used it as a pillow last night, rubbing at your eyes.

“Mornin’ (Y/N),” he laughs.

Blinking your eyes open, with the sight of Atsumu in front of you, between his legs, realizing your sleeping position from last night, instantly your face heated, darkened. “A-Atsumu! A-Ah…Um…G-Good morning…” folding his legs back, he did a stretch, Osamu slowly coming to beside you. “Did you sleep well? Does your neck hurt? Your back?”

Your concern was honestly adorable – like your morning self, it made his heart warm.

“No worries, I slept great!”

True to his word, the rest of the morning went swimmingly over heaps of pancake and another selfie.

“I fear you’ll be taking after your mother in that aspect.”

“Wow, selfie whore.”

“SHUT IT, ‘SAMU!”

After breakfast, the twins had to head back home, to greet their grandparents while you started packing. When lunch came, the twins were back – freshly changed and all. At the sight of them, your mom couldn’t help gushing that ‘it takes me back!’ to which your uncle laughed at heartily, welcoming the boys in before they both left for work.

“Oi, Kaoru what’re you doing?” Osamu asked, watching how as your brother stood on a dining chair he grabbed, pushed it against the wall as he reached up, tying something by the window.

Squinting, you asked. “Is…that a teru teru bozu?”

“Yep!” he smiled, letting the doll face outside, getting another balled-up doll from his pocket. “Nee-san’s birthday’s in a few days, don’t want it to rain then!”

“Kaoru, aren’t you a little too old for superstitions?”

“I’m only 13!”

“Yes, but there’s no scientific proof that they prevent rain from coming. Plus, it’s spring, it’s not so hot of a season for rain to fall.”

Miffed by your explanation, he turned, nearly toppling over had he not righted himself quickly. “You don’t know that, nee-san!” Kaoru hopped off the chair, pouting at you.

“Yeah, what the brother boy said!” Atsumu seconded.

“Better safe than sorry!”

You could only sip on your drink in reply, hiding the smile. Osamu gave you a funny look, amused.

“Plus, it has to be sunny on nee-san’s birthday! We’re going to-“ before Kaoru could finish, Mika appeared, slapping a hand on his mouth.

“Hey, how about I make us pasta for lunch?”

Instantly, Kaoru’s face brightened. “Yay, pasta!”

“By the way, (Y/N),” she calls to you. “Reiki’s coming over with the pizza you like that his friend makes, the spinach one and garlic shrimp?”

At the mention of the aforementioned pizzas, your lips quickly quirk up. It was so hard to find those specific flavors around Kobe, the last time you had them was probably before Mika left. Thankfully, Reiki, being the social butterfly that he was, knew a lot of people.

“Your boyfriend has my many thanks,”

Mika laughs, making you realize a little too late on the words that left your mouth. Sliding your eyes to Atsumu, you were surprised to find that he seemed relatively fine, cordial even.

When Reiki came with the pizzas later, pasta ready and waiting, you all feasted, but not before Atsumu insisted on a selfie with everyone.

“I swear, you’re turning to Ma and it’s scaring me,” Osamu tells his brother with a disgusted frown.

“Watch your mouth, ‘Samu that’s still our Ma!” Atsumu angrily bites off his pizza. “Is it so wrong to capture moments frozen in time!?”

“Wow, that was a rather poetic way of saying it,” you noted, nodding your thanks at Reiki would gave you two slices each of the pizzas.

“Come on now, let’s not fight!” Reiki says calmly, undeterred by the twins. “Let’s just eat, yeah?”

A long-distance relationship seemed to work fine for your sister and Reiki. Clearly, distance makes the heart fonder with how lovey-dovey they seemed. A peek over at Atsumu, and you’d half-expect him to go batshit crazy. But no. If anything, he seemed perfectly fine.

“Atsumu, do you have a minute?”

As Atsumu walked off with your sister, you could only watch, lips quirking into a smile. For some reason, you felt fine with that, too.

It was probably when they first moved to Hyogo that Atsumu’s eyes fell to Mika, the ever-smiling, ever-kind oldest daughter. There were plenty of reasons to like her: she was pleasant, polite, pretty, smart, athletic, and kind. For years, Atsumu has always set her as his standard for his ideal woman, even assured himself that he was at her level (which shouldn’t be so hard, thanks to his genetics).

For the first time in the forever, he thought of finally confessing to her his feelings, that chance that he’s waiting for so long.

And yet, as the two enter the backyard, the door sliding shut behind him, Atsumu turns to Mika, with a question that’s been burning on to the back of his head for a while now.

"Why did you do it?"

"Huh?" Mika looks up in surprise, letting go of the door handle.

"Why'd you to talk to him?" Atsumu felt his patience running thin, anger building.

Mika's perfect face falls into confusion, exposing the cracks underneath. This was clearly not what she intended to talk about, but Atsumu didn’t care, he was leading this conversation now. Honestly, it feels like he’s finally seeing her for who she really is – for the first time, the rosy lenses he had of her were torn away.

Him, being their dad.

Pressing her lips together, a fist to her mouth, contemplating on her response. "...I just...I wanted..."

"A connection?" he finishes for her, an educated guess.

Mika nodded. "He's still my dad, you know? I just thought...I could get to know him..."

"And that hurt (Y/N) in the process," Atsumu threw out, rather impatiently, almost accusingly. "did you know that?"

Pain crosses over her face, bleeding through from her eyes down to the upturn of her lips, hands fisting on her chest.

"Maybe you wanted a relationship with him,” shaking his head, he thinks of you “but not (Y/N)." Of all his memories with you, one where he's caught your eyes on their dad, feeling his stomach twist at the longing in your eyes, hurt him the most. You may have had your uncle, but having your own father was a different thing. You told him that Mika was studying psychology, he couldn’t help but think how ironic that was.

"I'm not perfect, Atsumu."

Atsumu scoffed. "Don't I know that?"

He was an older sibling himself. Older by five minutes, he was still regarded as the oldest, has as much responsibility despite that minute difference.

"Older siblings aren't perfect," Mika says. "We make mistakes, we hurt people, even our siblings." She very clearly wanted to discuss something else, something that clearly wasn’t this. But now that Atsumu’s taken control, she felt herself lose rights.

"Did you tell him about our graduation?"

Mika fell silent, mouth pulled into a line.

That was enough of an answer.

Atsumu tried to imagine how the young you must have felt, the horrors you had to face, to witness, how your young, impressionable mind just paused and came to a screeching halt, to a horrible realization of how fucked up everything was now - he could only feel immeasurable pain, choking him. When that happened, did it also take away the life and spark in your eyes? The joy of life?

He loved his dad very much, his dad was one of the best men in his life who always encouraged him and Osamu to pursue their dreams, always at the frontline for them, and loved his whole family. Had he done what your dad did, he would also feel just as crushed. What he did was inexcusable – to you, to Mika, to your brother, to your mom. Scums like him didn't deserve a second chance.

"I can't believe you did that."

Without waiting for her to reply, Atsumu walked back inside the house, back to where his brother and you were.

Late at night, you stare up at the ceiling, hugging ‘Inari’ – the fox plushie given to you by the trouble children – close to your chest. Mind filled with thoughts, just swimming over you.

Earlier, Atsumu had walked back in the house, the same worrying smile from a few days ago, eyes losing its usual luster. Yet, he assured you that it was nothing, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Mika then walked back in the house, all smiles – but even she had a weary looking smile. Before you could approach her, Reiki rushed to her side and the two scurried to the kitchen. Thankfully, Kaoru, hadn’t picked up on this, busy trying to beat his two nii-sans in Smash.

Shifting your head to the side, to where Mika’s bed was, your sister was dead to the world, deep in her slumber – peaceful and calm. Lifting yourself from your bed, covers dropping, ever so carefully you dropped your feet to the cold floor. Still hugging Inari, you walked away from your bed and to one of the boxes, staring at the contents – some books, stationary.

Bending down, you dig through, careful not to make a sound. From the box, you pulled out a wooden picture frame, hand painted blue, with sunflowers sticking on the top left, a few petals on the upper and lower. And in frame was the photo of the Inarizaki Volleyball Club. It was taken the moment everyone returned from Tokyo. Smiling fondly, fingers smoothed over the sunflowers, taking in everyone’s smiles.

At the center of the photo was you, sandwiched between Atsumu and Osamu, wearing wide grins. When your juniors handed you the frame, you were so sure you’d break out then and there. But it didn’t end there, because Coach Kurosu – tears spilling down his face, gave you his gift, too. Gently setting Inari down, frame sitting next to him, you plucked a small, thick, black cloth.

Sitting crossed legged, you opened it up, smiling at the familiar kanji of the club’s motto.

‘We Don’t Need Memories’

“Such a powerful statement,” you whisper into the silence.

Kita once shared that he wasn’t a fan of the motto – being a man brought by the small things, on how doing the minimum on a daily basis is already enough of an assurance for any needless worries. Yet, it fires him up when he’s up with his team mates.

Coach Kurosu also mentioned, overly fond of the motto, that nothing should ever hold you back from the challenges that life will hurl at you.

Smoothing over the smooth kanji characters, a wave of memories rushed over you – first stepping into the gym, applying as manager the same time the twins had their try-outs, introducing yourself as manager before the twins engulfed you into a hug, seeing Aran again, meeting Kita and the rest of your seniors, meeting Suna, Ginjima, and the rest of the team, being there when the twins got their jerseys, their first official match, making your way to nationals, the twins debuting their dyed hairs, the incident, Kita’s captaincy, him berating you for resigning and convincing you to stay, the painful and cold second year, walking out during preliminaries, breaking down in the club room, having to tell Atsumu he was chosen for the Youth Camp, meeting Sho-chan at nationals, resigning only to be brought back, arcades with the trouble children, sunflowers given by the juniors on your birthday, training in Asano and Yoshimichi, training the new recruits, warmer days in the club, nationals with with Sho-chan, smacking Atsumu in the face, the retirement and turning over, graduation – so many great memories, good and bad. They were definitely the time of your life, if not, the greatest. A chapter that’s come to a close, but filled with so many turning points.

Patting the banner affectionately, a single tear slips down your face, landing on the banner, what a deep tangent you’ve found yourself in.

March 23, your birthday.

It fell on a Sunday, on a perfect sun shiny day, just as your family had expected.

On your birthday, it was decided that it would be spent at Sunflower Hill Park at Ono. Seeing as it was a special day, everyone had to dress their best – you included, being the birthday girl. Mika immediately busied herself prettying you up, even getting you to finally wear the dress that Kita had gifted you sometime back. It’s been gathering dust in the closet since he gave it, unsure on when to wear it.

“It’s just my birthday,” you grumbled, Mika immediately shushing you busily brushing your hair aside to work on your eyes, her face pinched into concentration.

“It’s not ‘just your birthday’, (Y/N).” she says, lighting brushing over your eyes. Setting down her eyeshadow palette, she picks up a blush set, instructing you to smile, exposing your dimples.

“19,” you say aloud, announcing to the world freely. “I’m at the peak of my adulthood.”

“You know, you’ve always been an adult all your life.” Mika teases, brush circling your dimples. “But that doesn’t mean you should be down on your birthday.”

“Studies show that it’s only natural to have birthday disappointments the older you get.” You rebuke, watching her frown cutely, setting her blush down, brandishing a mascara in her hand.

“And studies also show that you don’t always have to have that kind of mindset,” she rebukes back, twirling her mascara madly before taking out the wand. “Open your eyes and look up.”

Gulping, you do as she says, feeling the wand passing down your lashes.

“Birthday disappointments can also be stemmed from high expectations – either from childhood or from adolescence. And here’s the hard truth: you actually want to celebrate your birthday, but you just don’t know how to tell people.”

Capping her mascara, she instructs you to close your eyes, which you do, before you’re assaulted with a mist-like spray all over your face. When she tells you to open, you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror – struck at the person staring back at you. Mika did a great job, highlighting your features, brightening your whole face, it was easy to see now the resemblance between you two.

“We’re not mind readers, (Y/N), we’re your family. And because we love you, we want to celebrate the day you came to bless our lives,” Mika smiles, smoothing your hair.

Helping you put on your dress, even lending you her sandals, she added some finishing touches like earrings and a sun brim hat.

“I look like those stereotypical animes shown in the summer.” You comment about your reflection in the mirror, to which Mika rolls her eyes at.

“Would you stop, you look beautiful!”

Taking her words with a grain of salt – seeing how pretty she was in her own dress, you smiled and the two of you walk out the room.

“Are you two done, now- Ah, how pretty!” coos your mother, pressing her hands to her mouth, eyes watering.

“Mom, you’re being dramatic-“

“My girls are so pretty! Especially the birthday girl!”

Beside you, Mika looks pleased with herself, especially at her work.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” says your mom, taking your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Swallowing down hard, fighting off tears that have strangely formed, you smile at her. “Thanks mom.”

“Alright, let’s go down now! Everyone’s waiting for us!”

Anxiety rose up, heart in your chest as you three descended the stairs, where you could hear people chatting about in the living room. Everyone was there – your uncle, Kaoru, Reiki, the Miyas, even the twins. It was Atsumu who saw you first, doing a double take, taking you in.

And then his mom squealed at the sight of you. “Ah!!!!! (Y/N)-chan, you look so pretty!” everyone turns to you, much to your horror. “Happy birthday, sweet girl!” she says.

“…thank you, Auntie.” Your voice was quiet, raspy.

Being the center of attention, everyone’s smiles on you was unnerving.

Self-consciously, you duck under their gazes, face burning.

To your surprise, your family had long planned this together with the Miyas. What made it extra special was the fact that it was just days after the three of you graduated and of Mika’s return. An outing of two families, in a field of little suns spread across the field.

At the sight of tall, bright yellow and brown flowers, your eyes sparkled in child-like wonder. Sensing your excitement, Mika, with her uncle’s camera slung around her neck, hooked her arm around yours, giggling and pulling you further in the park, leaving Atsumu and the rest to follow after.

The adults were discussing amongst themselves, discussing where they should set up, Reiki happily stuck around them, ever ready to help around, while Kaoru was running off to join his sisters. Alone with his brother, Osamu elbows him.

"Is something wrong with you and Mika-nee?" Osamu asks him, feeling the breeze against his skin.

On the way to Ono, with the twins, you, Mika, and Reiki, in Reiki’s car, there was a noticeable avoidance between Atsumu and Mika. However, the two easily played it off. Mika was busy chatting up with her boyfriend, Atsumu looked over your shoulder, as you answered birthday greetings.

Even way before that, the two of them were masterful in their way of seeming fine, but when they interacted, it felt rather stiff.

Sighing, Atsumu’s eyes found Kaoru, who was giggling as Mika was getting you to pose in front of flowers, you, clearly embarrassed, tried to talk your way out of it.

"I confronted her about their dad," Atsumu grumbles, hands in his pocket. Eventually, you caved in your sister’s whims, posing demurely, before Kaoru cheered you to try other poses.

Osamu's eyes widened. "Are you an idiot!? Why would you-"

"Did you know that she also told him about our graduation?"

Osamu stopped at that, at its implication, their eyes going to the older (L/N) sister, showing the photos to you.

"Damn."

"I know. Pretty shitty of her."

"Wow, 'Tsumu badmouthing Mika-nee, that's new."

Scoffing, he lifted his head to meet his brother’s. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Shrugging easily, Osamu explains, as their parents walk southward into the park, where an open area for picnic was. "Almost a year ago, you were nothing but praises for her, wouldn’t shut up about her on and on and on.” Breathing out a laugh, he shakes his head when he adds. “Heck, even if she farted you'd think it was cute."

Atsumu's face wrinkles, cringes. "That was before."

“Still,” walking ahead, he stares his brother down, feeling a chill run down his spine. “you never let us forget. Never let (Y/N) forget that.”

Up ahead, the (L/N) siblings were soon joined by Reiki, who took the camera from Mika, opting to take photos of the siblings. (Y/N), who was sandwiched between her older and younger sibling, all smiles for the camera.

“A year ago, it was as though your mission was to make (Y/N) feel so shitty about yourself, all because of your stupid little crush. It took her finally deciding to leave for you to snap out of it.”

Swallowing thickly, Atsumu vaguely remembered that moment of panic, like something had clawed into his chest. Immediately, he feels a sense of shame – for everything he had done to you.

"'Tsumu, you realize that you never said you're sorry to (Y/N), right?"

The hardest pill to swallow was realizing that despite the year he’s had, devoted to making up to you, it just wasn’t enough. Actions may speak louder than words, but just saying those words were just as important. Especially because it was worth noting that, sometimes, Atsumu’s actions can be contradicting to his words and may confuse you. You, who’s suffered quietly all this time, who forced themselves to power through, who unselfishly put others before yourself.

“I’m way past that now,” determination was thick in his tone, strong in his words.

Osamu felt proud to see it, loved to see it. They were nearing their parents – who finally found a nice picnic spot, just right next to the playground hustle.

"Didn't you say that Mika-nee was your one true love?" he couldn’t help but say, egging on his brother, never letting him down on his fuck up.

Osamu nearly fell back as Atsumu tackled him, slapping a hand to his mouth, lest anyone heard it. "KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, SHITTY 'SAMU!"

"Wasn't she though!?"

"I was a kid!" he reasoned out. "I didn't know shit!"

"Clearly still don't now!" Osamu yelled slapping his brother's hand away from his face.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Now, now, Atsumu, Osamu, no fighting on (Y/N)'s special day!" calls their dad, hands on his hips. Beside him was their mom, smiling as she took photos of the sunflowers all around them.

"Oh, oh, oh, sweetie, let's take a photo with the birthday girl!" hooking her arm around her husband's she didn't give him time to back out before dragging him with her, smiling sweetly at her sons. "And no fighting, Atsumu, Osamu, it's a special day!"

Speaking of special day, Atsumu’s eyes turned to the fields, where you were – feeling his heart settle at your familiar frame, your gentle expression as you gazed at the vibrant yellow sunflowers. He remembered that field trip when they were younger, remembered where your eyes were staring, dug through the display when no one was looking and snuck it in his bag, feeling giddy all over, remembered the smile that came to your face.

It was brighter than any of the sunflowers.

Under the clear blue skies, the sun was shining bright, smiling down on everyone – especially a particular group down at Ono Sunflower Hill Park, circling a girl dressed in white, balloons in hands, all wearing smiles as they sang to greet her.

Their singing echoed out in the field, the wind carrying on their love for the girl in the middle, the girl whose heart was just filled with love with everyone around her.

A simple white cake, decorated in the same flowers that surrounded them was presented to her, and a single candle stood alit, waiting.

When the singing dwindled down, the girl stared at her cake, closed her eyes, and then blew.

She was now 19.

What a lovely day to be loved, feel loved, and be celebrated by love.

Emboldened by his talk with Osamu, brought also by epiphany, Atsumu finds himself carefully approaching Mika.

“Mika-nee, can we talk?”

Reiki, having sensed the mood, excused himself, but not before kissing his girlfriend on the forehead and taking Kaoru with him away from the playground.

Squirming under his gaze, remembering his blow-up on her days before, she fixes him a pleading look. "Atsumu, look, I don't want to fight with you-"

"I'm not sorry for blowing up on you like that, Mika-nee.” He starts, meaning every word. “But I am sorry for intruding into your family business. I just care for (Y/N), she's..." he swallows thickly. "she's been through so much."

Mika’s expression softens, eyes shining. "You really care a great deal about (Y/N), huh?"

“Always have, always will.”

“I’m glad.”

Mika smiles sweetly at him, fiddling with her hands. “It’s just…he’s still my dad, what he did was unforgivable, but the idea of reconnecting with him,” she sniffles, wiping a tear. “how could I not? And then I thought, that maybe (Y/N) would be on board with the idea…” she shakes her head, laughing incredulously. “Clearly, I forgot that I can’t force it on her, can’t fix the trauma he did.” Her face pinches, pained and regret.

The old Atsumu would have rushed and comforted her, assured her that she did great. Emphasis on the old, the Atsumu now just stared, letting her wallow on her mistake.

Covering her face, she groaned into it, before fixing herself up, slapping her cheeks together. “Wooh! How embarrassing of me! Looks like I’ve got a long way to go!” she laughs. Atsumu can’t help but laugh with her.

Even now, her ability to smile through the pain, shoulder her burdens, amazes him. There was a reason he admired this young woman before him, but seeing her open up to her flaws made him admire her even more.

And then he felt it, the urge, something clawing at his chest, words that needed to be said.

“Mika-nee, actually,” the older girl looks up at him, waits patiently. “I…I like you.” Back when he was younger, he had envisioned the perfect confession – something almost like this, with the sun setting behind them, painting them in the afterglow. That was one of his two options for confessing, the other being in the letter he poured his heart in, with your help. “I liked you, Mika-nee.”

It feels freeing to finally say that, to let the person know how much they meant to them. Even if it were no longer the case.

She smiles, sweetly again. “I know.”

Atsumu looks up at her, surprised. Mika’s smile remains.

“E-Eh?”

“I received your letter,” his eyes widen, confusion crawling over. “(Y/N) snuck it into my things before I left for the Netherlands.”

You did that for him? You.

Looking back, his eyes could only widen, realizing that it had been during the incident. Atsumu is assaulted with guilt all over again, brought by your unselfishness, just unsure with what he could say.

“I always thought that it would be the two of you, you know? You three were thick as thieves, enough to rival the three musketeers. But you and (Y/N)? I always felt like there was a great bond between you two.”

“N-Nee-san…actually…I-“ Everything he did to you in the year following the incident came to mind, his self-hate rising, Mika deserved to know.

Instead, she gently shakes her head. “It’s not me you should be telling that to, Atsumu. It’s (Y/N).” taking his arm in her hand, she cups his chin, (e/c) eyes meeting his honey browns, smiling and squeezing on to him arm encouragingly. “Go.”

Coming to, he nods and quickly starts running. Before fully leaving the playground, Mika calls him. “Oh, and Atsumu? Thank you so much for your feelings!”

“Osamu,”

“Hm?”

“Remember when you told me about your first love?”

“…yeah.” He sighs, heavily. “The umeboshi to my onigiri.”

“That’s a funny analogy,” with your arm over his, you leaned against his shoulder as the two of you walked along the pat. “but very fitting for someone you love.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it off. What’s yours?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you look to the field.

“Ah, yes.” Osamu nods, following your gaze. “Sunflowers.”

Leaning against his arm, you murmur. “…he’s my sunflower, Osamu.”

Osamu doesn’t say anything for a while, watching how Kaoru and Reiki raced beside them. Two people missing from their group. “I know he is.”

“And you’re my chicken noodle soup.”

He snorts, looking down at you. “Why?”

“It’s my comfort food, remember? Also, you’re my best friend. You should feel honored.”

“Strange analogy you got there.” He waves at his grandparents, enjoying themselves watch the children play in the fountains.

“Not as strange as your umeboshi and onigiri,” you remind him, teasingly.

Rolling his eyes at that, he can’t deny the gentleness of your voice, its weight and wistfulness.

“Thanks for being my best friend, Osamu.”

Patting his hand over yours, he replies. “Always.”

Breaking away, you smile gratefully at him. He lets you walk off from him, taking a new path.

“Stop sounding like you’re about to die, (Y/N). S’not funny.”

Laughing, you could only tuck your hands behind you. “I’m just feeling nostalgic!”

“Where’re you going?”

“For a walk!”

“Geez, aren’t you tired of walking?”

“Nope,” and you walk further in the new path, Osamu watches you go, but doesn’t follow.

With all his heart, he wishes, for your birthday, all the best for you. Keeping his eyes on white, it slowly shrinks as you walk further and further, away and away, until you were out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, he looked around wildly, searching for (h/c) in a white dress. Atsumu almost cursed at how big of an area the park was, felt pathetic that he was winded out after some runs – he was a fucking athlete, god damn it! About to join a pro-fucking-league-

"Are you looking for someone?" a voice asked him, turning, Atsumu nearly sagged in relief when he found who he was looking for.

You.

"You," he says breathlessly, lips stretched into a wide smile.

Your face scrunched into a light frown, wondering, before producing a handkerchief in your hands, patting his sweaty face. “Have you been running around the park?”

“Nah, just now.” Your frown softens a bit. “Like I said, I was looking for you.”

Tilting your head to the side, confused, you asked. “Why?”

Atsumu opened his mouth, only to stop, realization getting the best of him. Shiiiiiiit.

Suddenly shy, he laughed it off, nervously, uncaring that people were looking at him funny. Concerned washed over your features, which warmed him from the inside, especially with you looking at him all pretty like that. But heck, even without the makeup, you were something else.

“Come on,” you opened a hand to him, an invitation.

Atsumu stared at it, at the scar on your middle finger. Placing his in yours, his larger hand over yours, the two of you began to walk hand-in-hand. You took him by the fields, deep in, as though to hide you amongst the flowers, to be one with them, to a secret place for you both.

For all his life, he couldn’t imagine having to miss out on the feeling, like everything he’s known his whole life is nothing compared to the bright, vibrant yellows and browns around him, in the girl dressed in white, leading him through. And he let you.

How is it that he’s never noticed? Why had he never thought of seeing you? It feels as though he’s led a life blind.

With a tug, the two of you exit the field and into a clearing, all Atsumu can focus on was your smile.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you laugh, walking a few steps to the path. “walking across a sunflower field, I mean.”

Atsumu can’t keep his eyes off your smile, even as the both of you sit on the grass, facing the famed 'Sunflower Tower' made of Mikage granite.

The two of you found yourselves in your little hideaway, with nothing but the sky, the sun, the flowers, and the tower, and of course, each other.

“Sounds like something fresh outta a fairy tale,”

Nodding, you fold your legs, drawing your knees near. “Sunflowers are quite tall, after all. Tall and tough flowers.”

“Like me?”

Laughing, your turn to him, staring at him for a while. “Maybe. Especially with your blond dye.”

At the mention of his hair, he runs a hand through it. “…I’m, uh, thinking of keeping it.”

“You should,” your eyes follow his hands carding through his hair, dark roots slowly showing through. “it’ll be your signature look.”

Running a hand through the back of his hair, he fists them there, unable to look away from you.

You.

Amazing, smart, patient, kind, selfless, beautiful you.

“(Y/N)…” your name came easy through his mouth.

Tilting your head, letting strands of hair slip off your shoulders, you parrot back, “Atsumu…”

Just when did everything seem to feel different between you two? And just how long had he missed the way you look bathed in the sunlight?

Fidgeting a little, Atsumu could feel his strength leave him, being at the receiving end of your gaze. However, looking up, he also draws strength from them.

“I, uh, I kept them,” at your frowned confusion, he shyly – oh so quietly, adds, “your letters.”

Immediately, your face burns, feeling goosebumps run all over your spine. “Ugh,” slapping your hands over your eyes, you wish you could also slap the cringe away. “why.”

Atsumu smiles, despite your apparent horror, shrugging easily.

“It’s a reminder, I guess. A reminder that someone actually liked me. Genuinely and truly. Thought of me. Appreciated me. Written and practically poured her heart out in paper, when it’s the fucking twenty first century. Living proof that someone did that for me, but I was the asshole who humiliated her for something so genuine and heartfelt.”

You would’ve argued then and there, having seen the many love letters he and his brother received from his fan club over the years. And yet, the only one he recognizes are yours.

“Atsumu,” words were failing you, so you just sighed. “that’s behind us now.”

But the look on his face wouldn’t go away, eyes darkening – a dangerous storm brewing, festering.

"You can't return my feelings,” you say kindly. “that's not your fault neither is it your problem."

"Y-Yeah, but I could at least try to-"

"Atsumu, stop. Just, stop.” Turning to him, you take his hand in yours – the one with a scar, fingers rubbing comfortingly. “Please.” You’ve thought about it for a while, a long while, it needed to be said. “I'm not going to force you to like me back, it's not right and it's just wrong. Just because I liked you doesn't mean you're obligated to return my feelings when you clearly don't like me like that. That's that."

"B-But-"

"Besides, I've already accepted it – that my feelings can't reach you." swallowing down it all - the heartache and pain, you lifted your gaze and offered a smile. "If all you're worried about is me forgiving you, rest assured that I have."

"But I don't deserve your forgiveness!" he all but screams, shocking you, his eyes were wet and filled with so much remorse, pain, helplessness, and regret. "I've been an ass to you, (Y/N)! I hurt you while you were already hurting," he remembered having to listen to your cries, muffled behind your hands, the forced smiles, the pained look in your eyes, your back turned to him, his panic of not being able to find you during practice. The realization of the distance between both of you because of him. "I walked around you even though you were breaking from the inside. I might as well be worse than your deadbeat, asshole of a father because I wasn't there for you. I hurt you just as he did! I failed you! I-I-"

A gentle hand touched his elbow, shaking him, he looks up, meeting your kind (e/c) gaze. And that smile, that same kind smile that stretched to your eyes, reflecting an oh so loving gaze he knew he didn't deserve. Even without saying a word, you understood everything he wanted to say, all the sorries that's been resting on his tongue, heavy with the weight of his sins, of the burdens of hurting you, of the love he's had and continue to have for you.

He didn't deserve you.

You didn't deserve him.

But you both loved each other just as much.

"(Y-Y/N)," his voice was barely a whisper, wet and croaking. "I'm so sorry...!"

Enveloping you into a hug, he cries into your shoulder, repeatedly saying “I’m sorry” over and over again.

And you just hold him, caressing his head with your other hand.

“I’ll always love you, Atsumu,” your confession just tore at him, tears leaking more. “you will always be my first love, and that will never change.”

Atsumu hugs you tighter, cries harder. “I love you, too.”

When you let go, there was a smile on your face – a radiant, bright, reflected in your eyes that it brightened up your whole face. Like a sunflower greeting the sun, Atsumu found himself smiling, too. Released from the embrace, in his eyes, he feels his heart fill with a bittersweet sense of warmth and twinge.

Despite it all, it still felt good. It felt really good. Talking to you, settling things with you, loving you – it felt right.

Certain people come into our lives whether we like it or not, and you were no exception.

Sadly, just because you came into their life doesn’t automatically guarantee that they’ll stay with you forever. You can only have them for a time.

One of them may end up as your first love, but it's not guaranteed that they will be your last. They'll be just that - your first love, the first person you offered your heart to, but not the person who gets to keep it.

You were his forever person, the first love he realized too late.

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Benimaru Shinmon x Reader ( NSFW, 18+)

Word count: 3.8 k

Warnings: NSFW,smut,oral sex,sexual teasing, orgasm prohibition

Short description: You were in love with this man for over a year, but your bratty mouth an denial of your feelings got you in a situation where Benimaru will teach you how to behave in very teasing and heated way....

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The air was filled with the scent of a variety of traditional dishes and enriched by the happy shouts of excited residents through the streets. This time, the festival did not mean destruction, this time it was celebrated by making delicious dishes and socializing with each other. The celebration itself began at dawn, when they brought out their wooden tables and portable stoves, beginning to enrich the street with enticing scents of a variety of spices and ingredients. You could also hear the gentle sound of kota, whose strings were gently touched by the pale hands of young talented musicians. While these were all just preparations for the big ceremony that would start when sun kisses the mountains, everyone shared their joy throughout the day. His dark hair fluttered in the morning breeze around his narrowed eyebrows. Ruby eyes barely opened as he passed like a shadow past people. Although it was not visible on the expression on his face, he secretly enjoyed the liveliness that spread through the streets of his hometown. Countless greetings lined up behind him, giving him words of praise and support to which he only nodded a few times, nothing more, and continued his walk. The silence of his thoughts was broken by a hoarse female voice. Although it was rough, it sounded kind of gentle. He soon discovered to whom it belonged, when a plump old woman with black hair streaked with gray strands stepped in front of the captain. Her wrinkled face wearing a smiled from ear to ear, her eyes squinting at the young man.“Benimaru, my boy! I have something for you, please do except my gift in honor to you and the members of your squad.”- she was direct, not talking his ear off, just bowing slightly after her words and handing him a medium sized package. He stared in the thing wrapped in light blue material with a lack of interest that he did not hide not even the slightest. “Tempura and sushi, to hold you till the festival tonight.” – she explained getting back up from the slight bow. After a couple of lazy blinks, he raised his hand and responded. “That is alright, we will wait till the festival.”- without waiting for a response, he passed the woman in attempt to leave, but she was not letting go so easily. Shoving the thing in his hands, she smiled again, not bothered by his behavior.“Nonsense! Twins will love it, and we all know Konro could use a break for cooking today.”- Benimaru sighed, pushing the package slowly back at her, but before he could say anything, a female voice sharp like katana echoed the street. “Obaachan, can you please stop giving food to the people who clearly have no decency to even say thank you? Rudeness should not be rewarded.”- (Y/N) stood at the door of their restaurant, squeezing the sleeves of her kimono. Benimaru didn't say a word, looking at the young girl with the expressionless face. The lack of his reaction only made (Y/N) even angrier as she furiously crossed her arms over her chest. “(Y/N), you watch your mouth! You are addressing our beloved captain, to whom you owe your safety!”- obaachan scolded her, raising her finger as a warning, but that didn't stop (Y/N) from responding with even greater ferocity, targeting Benimaru with a look of utter contempt. “Because he is a captain, he should show more respect to his people and their offerings! Shouldn’t leaders be role models? Poor us if that is the case. People usually pay for the food in our restaurant, and yet he shows no gratitude even when his meal is free!”- she did not waver, her stand proud and determent, not showing even a bit of fear from the man who is the head of this town. “Child, hush! Go back inside right now! Sol help your rude mouth!”- Obaachan started waving her hands, showing (Y/N) to go back inside the house, turning to Benimaru. “I apologize captain Shinmon, (Y/N) did not mean it.”- the elderly woman bowed again, with clear expression of shame smeared around her wrinkled face. Still speechless, Benimaru watched the girl, who was now biting her lower lip in frustration as if it were chewing gum. Eventually, he slung the bundle over his shoulder, turning on his heel. “Thank you for the meal madam (Lastname of your family).” – that was the only thing he said, strolling down the dusty street without turning around again. Even though he wanted to allow his mismatched eyes to gaze upon the fearless woman one more time....

The celebration that had its core in the great hall that belonged to your family, otherwise intended for weddings and large feasts, was already spreading like wildfire. People were raising glasses full of sake, feasting on specialties they had been preparing all day, but they preferred to treat their palates to desserts that belonged to your family restaurant. Young artists danced a traditional dance with fans, attracting curious glances with their gorgeous and colorful kimonos. Outside, the streets were crowded with people, gazing merrily at the early fireworks that ate up the starry sky with their tantalizing shapes. You were in charge of serving the guests who sat on the heated floor of the hall in front of the beautifully carved tables. Countless comments on your beauty and grace have accompanied you in your assignment, while you have given a kind smile to anyone who would praise you. No one has noticed that your eyes jump restlessly from person to person, searching the room in hopes of encountering the phlegmatic face of the man who was the source of your deepest suffering.You were afraid that your sharp tongue had resulted in his absence, that he wouldn't show up for the rest of the evening, maybe not after either. Did you overdo it... or didn't you? He was rude after all! Yes it is true, he is guilty of this! You weren't even aware that your angry thoughts betrayed the state of your mind on your face. You eyebrows narrowed, lips squeezed in a straight line, your body tense, as you rushed towards the kitchen, when a familiar voice addressed you. “(Y/N)! Your family always knew how to make the best celebrations, I congratulate you.”- a tall man with a kind blue eyes that resembled a calm and mysterious sea, smiled at you, holding the door of the kitchen open for you. “Konro! I..”- you stopped for a second, almost dropping the mountain of dirty dishes you were carrying, as your eyes finally find the one they’ve been searching for. A smile almost escaped your lips, but you prevented your rooted emotions to show. Behind the tall man, Benimaru was standing, scanning the room full of cheerful people. He did not even look at you once, and you could feel the frustration rising in you again. Who does he think he is? No matter how much you were bothered by his disinterested posture, your eyes wandered over his crossed arms on his chest, the muscle that adorned his forearms reached to the very core of your desire. The hands filled with veins always looked tense and ready to fight, as if he was waiting to defend the whole world with them, alone. You could no longer resist the sight, you had to run away. Blubbering a couple of thanks to the lieutenant, you ran past his arm into the kitchen, kicking the door with your foot behind you to close them. You took quick steps to the sink and nearly broke half the porcelain plates when you threw them inside. You grasped the edges of the sink, closing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath. Before you could muster your whirlwind of thoughts, a young woman approached you from the back.“You know, if you were not such a proud and bratty thing, you would be breaking beds now and not dishes.” – (B/F – name of your best friend) mocked your state without restraining one bit. Your nerves were thin, and being called out like this only made you react like a cornered animal.“Shut up, I don’t know what you are talking about (B/F). Seriously, if you worked even the half of the time you spend teasing people, we would actually get something done. “-you snapped at her, pulling out bamboo boxes filled to the brim with colorful mochis. “Sure, if you had a bite to support all that barking, maybe you would get something done. I think Benimaru would appreciate your teeth on his skin more than your mouth just bullshiting all the time.”- she did not back down,wrapping the strands of hair around her finger, (B/F) continued before you could counter attack.“How long has it been since you started drooling over Waka? A year? Year and a half? Oh my God, when I remember how pissed you were when you though he was dating that girl from company 8th just because she brought some papers a couple of times.”- the more she talked, the more did rage boil in you, so much that it seemed that steam will start going out of your ears. Her voice only rose as she continued through laughter.“Damn, you made me wait around corners like crazy people just so we can see if they are a couple or not. And when it finally turned out they were not, I will never forget your jumping in the air from excitement.”- before she could say any more , something gooey and sticky landed right on her forehead. She whined in surprise, as the pieces of mochi started falling down her face.“Anything else you want to add?!Huh?!”- you lifted your hand high, ready to throw another mochi at her.“Maybe if you threw yourself on Benimaru in the same way you are throwing this mochi, you would get some and your nerves would calm down!!”- she screamed before ducking down as your hand catapulted another one at her. You didn’t even know that your little show didn’t go as private as you thought. The high tones of the people from the main hall were unfortunately not enough to cover your voices, and one curious ear absorbed every word. Benimaru lowered his head, starting to walk away from the kitchen door. Under his raven hair, a grin was hiding.

He sat quietly watching the people around him fiercely try to get his attention. Some were male neighbors praising his fighting skills, their speech interrupted by hiccups from too much sake was almost humorous, while on the other hand a couple of girls discreetly tried to gain his favor, but all they got was a restrained smile. He brought the glass to his lips to take a sip of the bitter liquid, but there were no more inside. Your grandmother, who was actually only a few seats away from him, noticed the lack of refreshment for the beloved captain, and of course, called your name instantly. “(Y/N)! Fill the captain’s cup!”- you kept away from his table. Actually, you targeted those behind him, in order to better avoid a face-to-face encounter. The things (B/F) told you bothered you too much, and you didn't just want to deepen your cravings and quarrel with yourself over the feelings you carry for this man. Hearing your name, Benimaru tilted his head, looking over his strong shoulder with his glowing eyes. That deep gaze made you swallow, barely keeping you composure. You knew if you came any closer you would break, and you will not give him that satisfaction. You lifted you chin up, pushed back your shoulders, and turned on your heal as the cold answer followed.“He has hands. He can fill it up himself.”- without second thought, you walked away, but you swore you could feel a set of burning eyes following you.

The hallways were empty, all the guests retreated to the main hall. As the night went on, even the workers began to relax, completing their work and joining the rest of the town in celebration. There was no longer a need to bring the food from the kitchen, at least for the time being, the tables were full. (B/F) was the last person leaving the kitchen, as you said you will join her shortly, you just wanted to finish a few things up. Carrying the empty bamboo boxes, you took a turn into the hallway bathed in dim light, crashing with your shoulder into something big and hard. You blinked in shock, barely managing not to drop the boxes on the floor. The thing in front of you was a person, and seeing him made your heart race. Benimaru Shinmon stood there silently, his eyes half opened, shoulders relaxed, while he studied you. You almost bit your lip, but seeing the man baring that uninterested expression once more, made your blood boil instead. “Excuse me is the words you are looking for! You should watch where you are going.”- you said irritated, trying to go pass him, hiding your flustered face beneath your hair. A feeling of slight pain spread throw your back as it crashed on the wall. It took you a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, that is, you needed to believe that this was not one of your dreams. Pressed with his hips on your abdomen, Benimaru towered over you. He seemed stronger than usual, more dangerous, but there was not a shred of fear in you, just excitement. “Wh..what are you doing?! Get off!”- funny you should say that, when in reality you didn’t wiggle or struggle at all, your big mouth once again just stood in your way in order to show your true feelings. But Benimaru was no fool. He did not respond on your demands, instead, he tilted his head on the side, like he was checking something, then returned his gaze on you. You could feel the ground disappearing under you. You gasped at the unsettling feeling, trying to grab onto something from pure instinct. But the only thing you managed to grab was the one making you lose the floor under your feet in the first place. Benimaru picked you up by your waist, his forearm adorned with prominent veins wrapped around your waist like a snake, not letting go of his prey. He was fast, pushing the door of the kitchen that was empty and dark, kicking it again as they closed with a loud bang that made you flinch, while he turned the key in the lock. “Benimaru ! What the hell? I said let go!”- in reality, you hated the thought of his hands leaving your body. The feeling that flowed through your veins when you were this close to him, almost took over even your insolence, but the bits that were left now squirted like popcorn from your lips. “You are too huffish, (Y/N).”- his voice smooth like honey, but a bit dark. The sudden feeling of falling down made a muffled whine to escape your mouth, but you did not hit the ground. He held you in his lap while he sat down on a kitchen table. Your permanent denial tried to strike for the last time, making you turn around furiously, facing the man who dared to pick you up like a helpless and fragile thing. But the sharpness of your words did not come down from your lips, when sweetness filled your taste buds. The warm flesh of his lips now merged with yours. The bitter taste of the sake he drank from didn't bother you, because for you he tasted like cupid's wine, intoxicating you, maddening your thoughts and driving your senses wild. You felt dizzy from the heat that rushed into your cheeks when he first ran his tongue over yours, caressing its soft surface with his tender muscle. You tried to get some air in your lungs but you didn't know how to breathe, you were so enchanted by his kisses. You almost swore in displeasure when he pulled his lips away from yours.“If you just did this, we would be able to skip the punishment.”- confused, you did not even manage to answer his statement when his hands that were resting on your waist till now, pulled you down and flipped you across his lap. Your knees landed on the wooden surface of the table, as you kept your balance on your elbows in the front. “What…what are you doing?”- you asked with a shaky voice, seeing how his hand hold you by the material of you kimono on your lower back, keeping you steady. “I declined the home made meal from your obaachan today because I knew we already had a meal prepared for the day.”- he said sliding his rough palm of his free hand across your spine, down to the your lower back, all the way to your peachy ass. You bit you lip, shivering when his touch did not stop, traveling down your thigh, then taking a handful of fabric of your kimono.“Taking more would mean throwing it away because it would not be eaten. And that would be disrespectful.”- he jerked your kimono abruptly, exposing your entire lower body. Your perfectly shaped ass made him discreetly lick his lips, while you covered your face with your palms in shame. “I-I…I didn’t k..know that ..”- you tried to explain yourself, but in vain, as his voice responded harshly, accompanied with his finger movement, slipping under the side of your panties. You whined loudly as his index finger brushed along your folds.“You did not bother to ask. But fortunately as you said earlier, I do have my hands. And with my hands I plan to teach you how to behave.”- the sound of tearing fabric filled the kitchen. You bit your hand when you felt the exhaled air from his mouth pass over your naked cunt. He was so close that he could feel the heat coming from it, barely restraining himself from biting into that cookie. You stirred a little, the discomfort ate at you up, the feeling of arousal overcame you.“Don’t look there….Benimaru, please I-….”

“You know how to say please already? Well, I wonder what it will take to teach you to say sorry.”- his fingertips crossed over your silky pussy lips, gently caressing the rosy flesh. You whimpered at the slow pace of his movements. He didn't remove his head, he calmly watched the wet glow slowly appear on those folds. He pushed his finger closer to the opening, collecting some sticky liquid with his fingertip. He didn't push his finger inside, but continued to draw a line along your slit. “Oh my Sol!”- you cried out, squirming already, but that did not even make him flinch. He pushed his digit a bit harder, make it sink into the sensitive flesh, brushing over it all so gently. “Sol will not help you (Y/N), but some manners might. Luckily again, as you said, captain should be a role model, showing the people the art of good manners.”- his thumb slipped across your clit, making the rough skin stimulate it so greatly it made your icing flow more intensely. You yearned for him to do it again, but you were out of luck. This was not supposed to be something to reward you with, this was a straight up lesson to teach you what will happen when your bratty mouth bump into an opponent like Benimaru. He settled his thumb above your throbbing nerve bud, adding another finger to the game. His index and middle finger pulled your pussy lips slowly, massaging them between them. The sensation you were feeling made you feel dizzy. The overwhelming pleasure that arose in you now got your legs shaking without stopping. The feeling was unbearable, because he touched all the sensitive places but leaving the critical ones empty and eager. This teasing was so arousing your juices now strained down your thigh. The crystal like liquid did not go unnoticed by Benimaru, as a grin appeared on his face. Without a second though, he lowered his head, sticking his tongue out and pressing it on your plushy thighs, collecting the juices in long strokes. “Beni!!”- you moaned like a whore, voice filled with begging desire and maddening need, but he did not plan to be interrupted. He slid his hand under you, finding your mouth and sticking the fingers coated in your icing in it.“Clean this up, while I clean you down here.”- he lifted his hand a bit to make you close your mouth around his fingers, pumping them in and out to insure you will do the job well. You sobbed in a low voice as you sucked on your own cum, barely concentrating on his order when the feeling of him patiently licking off the wetness along your thighs and getting closer to your cunt made you almost faint. His soft muscle finally found its way to the grand prize, as he brushed it on your folds and around your entrance in circular motions. You could not take it, you started to push your ass back, trying to make him stick his tongue in, touch your clit, anything to give you the sweet release you so desperately needed. But he will not grant you that. He pressed his mouth right on your heated hole, and started sucking, gathering the last of your juices. You body was on the edge, you could feel your heart skipping a beat, lungs barely catching air and muscles tensing, begging for that much needed release, but the only thing you got was a tender kiss on your clit, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and lifting you off of him. He placed you in the sitting position, spreading your legs so your cunt was fully exposed to him once more. Your own wetness was smeared around your lips. You lowered your gaze, seeing something that made your mouth drop open. On Benimaru’s loose pants, there were more than clear outlines of his thick dick. You never saw something like that before, stretching the fabric mercilessly. He was not big, he was huge, and you wanted every damn inch buried inside of you. But you again forgot that this was not your lucky day….“You can only watch as I get the release that you are forbidden to reach tonight.” he slid his hand under his pants, giving his length a couple of experimental pumps before exposing the beast to you.“If you will behave, next time I will reward you, this time you will only swallow your bratty words…and my cum.”- he started slowly jerking it off, gazing at your plumb lips where his load will end.

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Friday Nights and Take-Out (1)

Would I be someone you’d hypothetically hook up with?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, popstar/idol!jk, fluff, angst, future smut; this is a dialogue-heavy series so read if you’re into that! Also Jk is a sweet friend

Warnings: foul language, these characters talk alot bc I talk alot, heavy drinking, eventual smut

Word count: 4,300

Series summary: You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the cafe, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

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A/N: My recent dive into fanfics compelled me to unearth this thing I wrote 5 years ago for a certain curly-haired brit (luvu harry) but I never finished it so it never saw the light of day but now it will bc i love jungkook so much and idk what this is but let’s see!

There’s a light and unsure knock at the door. As you open it to see who’s visiting you this Friday night, you immediately wish you stayed at least a half hour later at your family-run café so you didn't have to be having this conversation right now.

But you are having it right now. At your apartment. With your ex-boyfriend who finally decided to give you an explanation as to why he broke up with you five months ago.

The next thing you know, he’s saying he’s decided to move back to Australia after graduation, he’s saying sorry for the nth time, you’re watching him walk out the door, you’re heading to your room for your blanket, you’re going back to your couch, and then you’re crying as it dawns on you exactly what just happened.

The break up had caught you off-guard because things were going so well. Your dejected and grieving self wasn’t enough to scare him away and his shy, non-expressive self didn’t sow any doubts on your relationship. You two barely fought, too, too alike in disposition for any disagreements or grudges to fester and hurt you. Things just worked.

But like many good things, this one ended too. It’s like he just woke up one day and decided it wasn’t going to work out anymore, for what reason, you never knew until now. It hurt you, of course - it was still a memorable 2-year run - but true to form, you were able to dust yourself off quickly and get back on your feet shortly after.

You tried to reach out though; you were good friends before anything anyway, but he avoided you like the plague and you thought you’d not only lost a boyfriend but a friend too. Tonight felt like the closure you didn’t know you needed. He’s gone, for good. And then after graduation, he will be gone for good, for good.

You stay lying on your couch until you get a text from Jungkook, your new famous friend and current favorite person.

JK: Ran into Jieun at work, says drinks on her at The Third tonight. You up for it?

Nope, you say to yourself.

You: I don't wanna go out tonight.

You immediately reply. On a normal night you’d think about it, or even pretend you’re considering it, but not tonight.

It isn’t one of those nights when you’re sad and you want to be around people and get wasted so you can convince yourself you will be okay. It’s one of those nights when you’re sad and you know you will be okay the next day but right now you’re not and you’ll deal with it until the morning comes. You’ll just have to wait because it is only 7:30 in the evening.

You try to think of a series you’ll binge-watch, but then your phone rings and it’s Jungkook’s meme face, the one he took last week and saved as his contact photo, lighting up the screen.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks, as you groggily pick up and say “hi.” You think he probably thought something was up when you didn't have a follow up message after you turned him down for something.

“Yup,” you manage to respond after an ugly sniffle. “Except I’ve been ugly crying for the past 10 minutes,” you continue.

“What happened?”

He seems to have stepped out of wherever he was because you hear the mumbles in the background soften quite a bit and you figure you probably disturbed his dinner.

“Jinyoung came over and said the shit I needed to hear five months ago,” you start. “He copped out cause he got scared, Jungkook. Not of getting hurt, okay, which I always said was a bullshit reason for anything but he got scared of me and my dreams. I mean, come on, how much of a fucking coward can you get?” you blurt, sniffles in between phrases, fingers pressing the bridge of your nose to try and keep yourself from crying even more.

“But I don't know, I’m pissed but he looked so sad and sorry and now he’s moving back to Australia and I just…” you try to continue, frustration rising up again. You’re a mess of emotions right now, that’s for sure.

“Ah, boys,” Jungkook breathes out, knowing this conversation is too important for it to be had just over the phone. “I could come over with food if you like. I know you probably don't need me but you need the food so…” he trails.

You smile to yourself. “As long as I’m not disturbing your Friday night plans.”

“You aren’t. I’ve had enough of the hyungs, if I’m being completely honest,” he replies, voice a little louder.

You hear a mix of scolding and laughter in the background, knowing for sure that the rest of the guys are giving Jungkook shit for bailing out on them for you. Again.

“Sounds good,” you say. “Thanks.”

You hear a knock on the door under the fleece blanket you have over your fetus-laid body on the couch.

“It’s open!” You shout, as you tuck the soft white material under your chin and move to your side for a more comfortable position. You look at the built, chocolate-eyed, knife-for-a-jawline pop star walk into your place with what looks like take-out Japanese food.

“What happened to locking doors?” He asks with a concerned and almost terrified tone, brows scrunching under his stray locks, the rest of his hair hiding underneath his black bucket hat.

“I didn't wanna escort Jinyoung to the door because it felt poetic to watch him leave from a distance…” You dramatically say.

“And you were too lazy to walk 10 steps to lock the door, but were energized enough to find your blanket from your mess of a closet in the far corner of your room?” He continues, blinking continuously at you.

“Exactly,” you say, as you point to him as if giving him props for reading your mind.

He rolls his eyes but grins as he does, revealing his dimple that you believe is the first line of offense of his charm. You may not be one of those people who get hysterical when they see him — although you did end up embarrassing yourself when you bumped into him at the café a few months ago when you’d met — but you know charisma when you see it, and you can’t deny that it basically oozes out of him even when he’s not trying.

He sits on the couch, in the area where your feet lie, and he starts unwrapping the food and lays them out on your coffee table. You sit up ready to pounce on the sushi rolls in front of you when he stands up and gets two glasses of water. “Anything else you need from the kitchen?” He asks.

You respond with a no and watch him open the cupboards, and you can’t help but be touched at the effort. Here is a guy whom you’ve only known for a few short months, blowing off his Friday night plans to be with you because your ex-boyfriend decided to show up… and because you needed food and Jungkook knew you wouldn't make your own when you’re upset. You’ll probably just end up with a bowl of ice cream topped with cookie dough and chocolate chips or something.

“Thanks for being here even if I don't really need you to be,” you say after chowing down a salmon roll, legs crossed underneath you as you both sit on the floor and eat from the coffee table.

“You’re overstating that, Y/N,” he laughs, looking at you, as you’re about to have a mouthful of the tuna roll this time. “I’m 200% sure that you would’ve stayed underneath the covers and probably just ate ice cream or gummy worms until morning if I hadn’t come.”

“Fine,” you start, putting the food down, straightening yourself. “Thank you for my happy food and for being here on a Friday night, watching me carbo load on rolls and tempura rice in my jammies under my blanket. It really means a lot.” You flash him a smile.

He laughs at this. “May I remind you that this is nothing compared to last week? Keeping me hostage here wasn’t the most fun. Except for your comfortable couch that I had the pleasure of sleeping in,” he grins, tapping the empty space on the sofa next to him.

Right, last week. How could you forget?

Your days-late New Year celebration ended with you being a goner at the bar, Jungkook being the only one available and strong enough to take you home, what with your friends' adventures and misadventures that night.

By the time you were home, you were completely passed out. Long story short, he had stayed - which you didn’t know he did - you walked out of your room half naked, heard a sound and someone approaching, screamed and grabbed a knife, ready to attack your supposed intruder, who only turned out to be him.

So yes, skipping out on drinks tonight didn't come close to him having to take care of you the week before and almost being stabbed by someone he was only trying to help.

“Please don't remind me,” you say, feeling your cheeks turn red.

“It’s a funny story to tell,” he chuckles and proceeds to get a mouthful of his own tempura rice bowl. You look at him surprised - didn’t he just have dinner at the dorm? You shrug it off, almost forgetting this is Jungkook you’re talking about and his bottomless pit of a stomach.

“I could’ve killed you!”

He laughs. “But you didn’t.”

“And I didn't have an ex-boyfriend knocking on my door to apologize for being a dick,” you say, sounding serious all of a sudden.

You know that even if you don’t really intend on having Jungkook here, it still means a great deal to you that you have someone you can talk to. You didn’t want to disturb your friends who were busy with their own work and social lives and having him here is really more than you could ask for, especially considering what he does for a living.

“What did he say?” He asks, eyes soft. You’d only mentioned the breakup in passing a few times before because really, what more can you say? Sometimes relationships just run their course; it happens. At least that’s what you thought it all was.

You sigh, readying yourself. “He said that he just started to think about that talk we had about the things we wanted, and he pointed out the fact that I wanted to do so many things and it just scared him—my goals and the fact that I could reach them scared him,” you share, dragging the words and almost shouting at the stupidity of it.

“I know I always say we shouldn't invalidate anyone’s fears but that’s being selfish and just ridiculous.” You put the chopsticks down, as if to prepare yourself for the flurry of emotions you were about to release.

“This guy stood by my side when I got injured and when Grandma died and I was a literal mess. But I got myself together and I got better for myself and for him and then suddenly me wanting more out of life, more for myself, suddenly scared him?” You pause for a bit, catching your breath.

“It’s like, when he realized what I - what we - could become once real life happens, he bolted out the door, out of this country, back to everything he knew before me, before us.”

You’re emotional again, air catching in your throat as you feel the tears pool around your eyes once more. By this time, Jungkook had paused eating his meal to focus all his attention on you.

You continue on about that 15-minute conversation you had - if you could even call it that, given that it was all Jinyoung talking, with you staring at the man you once considered you could have a future with.

Once you’d calmed down, you and Jungkook exchange thoughts about relationships, back and forth with nuggets of wisdom that you don’t really expect from someone you thought didn't have the time of day to maintain a relationship.

He’d be constantly linked with models and fellow pop stars, which he’d noted weren’t anything serious or factual for that matter, at least those that weren’t part of some PR stunt, yet here he is right now, agreeing with what you’re saying and adding a different perspective to things.

He is a hopeless romantic after all, that much he’d admitted during one wine-filled night after crying over Titanic while you were both on the phone (“they literally knew each other for just 3 days, Jungkook, they couldn’t possibly be in love,” you’d shouted. “Ah, 1900s romance,” was all he said. “So beautiful, isn’t it?” Another gulp of wine and then he’d fallen asleep.)

You two find yourselves grabbing the pitcher of Sangria from your fridge and settle on other topics, like what could be acceptable reasons for breaking up with someone, to the ideas of fate and destiny - which you constantly bicker about because you don’t believe in it while he does, oh so passionately - to the afterlife.

“Relationships are so draining,” you say, tipping your head back on the couch, a groan escaping you. “Even after it’s over, it still takes so much out of you.”

“I can only imagine,” he laughs bitterly.

“Words of advice from Friday Night Me - don’t get into one. It’s tiring to pick up the pieces once it’s over.”

“Friday Night You?”

“Yeah, the one who’s upset. Monday Night Me will probably say something different.”

This amuses him, but he nods in agreement nonetheless. “Relationships tend to get messy and I’ve already got enough crazy to deal with,” he continues. “That much I’ve seen watching the hyungs get into these things from the sidelines. I’m sure it’s great and all and I can’t wait to be in one too, don’t get me wrong.” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“I mean hello, Jack and Rose?” You roll your eyes. “Allie and Noah?”

You laugh. Seriously, this guy needs to watch more romantic films.

“But I don’t know, too much going on with me right now, I guess,” he continues, shoulders slumped, eyes suddenly finding your fur rug interesting.

You dwell on this thought a little longer than you had wanted.

You get what he’s saying, though. It’s draining enough for a commoner like you, what more for a worldwide superstar like him? You try to decipher if it’s sadness in his voice, maybe frustration? Resignation? Acceptance?

“But I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N.” He says, subject of the conversation now back to you, causing you to break out of your reverie. “I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better,” he says, hand scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, no need to be sorry! I’ll be fully functional again by tomorrow. I just didn’t realize there was more to the breakup so I was just thrown off a little bit.” You flash him a smile. “But I’m good, really. And the food was enough,” you add. “And your presence, of course.” A smile again. You realize you seem to do that a lot when he’s around.

But you do feel better. You hadn’t thought much about Jinyoung since the breakup until tonight, seeing all the other things going on in your life. But seeing and listening to him made you feel all sorts of emotions that you really just wanted to let out.

You’d kept a lot of these thoughts to yourself the last few months because you didn’t feel like there was more to say after that first goodbye, and it was nice to have Jungkook there to just listen, which is what you said you wanted him to do (“what kind of friend do you want me to be tonight?” He’d asked. “The listening one,” you’d replied.) But you’ve said what you needed to say, felt all that you needed to feel, and now you’re shutting close, under lock and key this time, that chapter of your life once and for all.

After a fairly long silence, when he was sure you’d already expressed all your frustrations, he let out a breath.

“Well, this was a much better option than drinking your sadness away at some club, yeah?” he asks, moving his body to his left side with his back on the armrest so he’s now facing you who’s also back on the couch now, sushi rolls and tempura rice all gone, sangria but a sip left.

“Well, that wasn't an option in the first place, Jeon,” you call out. “I’m not really one who would take advantage of my misery and use it to justify a night of drinking and awkward hook-ups,” you anticipate, recalling the countless times your friends had encouraged you to go out and find someone good enough for a one night stand these past months.

“Ah, so you’re not a fan of hook-ups, no?” He smirks, looking intently at you, clearly curious about your thoughts on the idea. It’s amusing how quickly you could change topics but it was a good try to move on from the somber conversation you just had.

“I don't really wanna have sex with someone I’ll only be sharing fluids with,” you say, blankly. This intrigues him because now, he’s moving closer to you like a kid waiting for his next adventure story.

You laugh at his movement. He tips his head, signaling you to continue.

“It’s just not my thing, that’s all,” you start, trying to find a way to explain yourself.

“I want someone to talk and laugh with when it gets sloppy,” you say, “and someone to make me breakfast when I oversleep. A guy for pure pleasure probably wouldn’t be that person for me. He’d probably just focus on getting both of us off and then up and leave,” you shrug.

This amuses him, even if he chuckles and says “I knew it probably had something to do with food,” and being the Jungkook you’ve come to know these past months, he asks you something that catches you off-guard but at the same time doesn't really surprise you.

“Would I be someone you’d hypothetically hook up with?” He smirks again, excited for your answer.

“No, you’re too good-looking for that,” you say almost instantly and you curse yourself in your head.

“So you mean hypothetically if you were to hook up with someone, he’d have to be unattractive?” He asks, seemingly confused.

“Uh, if it would just be for pure pleasure, yeah… I mean I wouldn’t mind but of course he’d have to be like, hot or something,” like that was common sense. “I’d probably be too drunk to focus on his face and it’d probably be too dark for it to matter anyway,” you shrug. You’re hoping this makes sense to him because your friends never did quite get it.

You just really don’t do hook ups, especially drunk ones, not that you put sex on a pedestal, but you just have a thing for the before and after of it - the gentle fore play, the removing (and not ripping) of clothes, the cuddle and the aftercare that stretches to breakfast or lunch, and the lazy morning sex. Call you hopeless romantic or something, at least this is your version of it, but those were the things you like about sex, the full package.

“Hmm, I feel honored to be too attractive to hypothetically hook up with Y/N Y/L/N,” he says, feeling proud of himself, smiling like a kid who just got a blue ribbon for something superficial. God, the duality and contradictions of this guy, you think.

“Let’s just say… you have a face and a touch I’d hypothetically want to get used to, so I wouldn't settle for just one night with you, and then it wouldn't be a hook-up!” You say trying to sound nonchalant, thinking about the tinylittle crush your friends claim you’ve developed on the guy in front you but really, anyone with a pair of eyes would agree that the man is beautiful (you’d always deflected though - “have you seen King Namjoon? Now that is the man, you’d say).

You settle for honesty though, and it’s true. You just don’t delve on the full package thing, because you know Jungkook is exactly the kind of guy to do all that, but you stop your mind from going there, much so with him sitting in front of you.

“Ah,” he says, pleased with himself. “So you could get used to this, huh?” He teases, lunging on you, his knees just barely resting on your thighs. He’s planting his hands on your face and squishing every surface he possibly could, laughing as he’s doing so while you shout out every cuss word you know and trying your best to hit him with your hands even if he’s just going to block your hits anyway.

You kick him on the thigh when he finishes his rampage but it is you who squeals of pain because you used your right foot, the one you re-injured after playing a tune-up game of volleyball the other day.

Naturally he grabs your foot and starts massaging it, as if he’d always been doing that since you’ve met, which he hasn't. And you haven’t even known each other that long.

“You’re annoying,” is the only thing you could mutter after finally catching your breath. You can’t lie though, his massage is pretty good. You lay your head on your stretched out right leg and can’t help but close your eyes.

He sees the satisfaction on your face and not long after, he quips, “I bet this is also something you could get used to after a good night of fucking, yeah?” he starts laughing.

Since last week’s incident, you’d noticed Jungkook being more comfortable and definitely a little cheekier, flirty, even. Perhaps seeing you in your underwear could do that to a person, you think.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and all you could do is hit his arm continuously so that he had started to flex after a few slaps. You literally were just talking about hook ups, why did you feel so scandalized? (You’re in denial; you know exactly why.)

“Good? That confident with your abilities, I see.” You tease, as both of you have now settled down and kept your body parts to yourselves.

A grin starts creeping from the side of his lips and you immediately regret making such a comment. “Nevermind!” You shout, holding out your hand to cover his mouth before he could say anything again.

“I’m teasing. I wouldn't know, actually. It’s not like I do it often to know, anyway.”

At this you’re pleasantly surprised, not that you expect him to be the kind of pop star who casually and constantly hooks up with women just because he can, but still you know the parties he attends and all the beautiful women in his circle who no doubt wouldn’t mind making a move, or probably already do on a regular basis.

Maybe you’re just startled that he would be open about this particular facet of his life to someone he hasn't known long. But then again, you two have been open to each other about many things since you’ve met, but that’s still something you’re only starting to get used to.

“It doesn't matter,” you say, flashing him the same sincere and thoughtful smile that you put on when he started fixing up your dinner for you earlier. He returns your smile, eyes soft, as if grateful for you not asking any more.

“Well, I mean you’re good at a lot of things anyway so if you suck at that, you could always just sing or dance or impersonate someone and that would overshadow whatever it is you suck at,” you say, winking at him.

He hits you with a pillow.

“I’m not sure if that’s supposed to make me feel better,” he says, “but thank you for complimenting my impersonating skills because I think that’s being undermined by the media.”

You both laugh at the humor.

“Tonight made me feel better, though. Thanks for being here,” you say as you finish your glass of wine.

It’s been hours since he arrived, sleepiness no doubt creeping on the both of you, especially on him who’d spent his day practicing and filming. It’s moments like this that make you happy you met him, that you didn’t freak out or think much when he asked for your number those months ago.

It’s also moments like this that you remind yourself of what you’d lose if you nurture that tinylittle seed of affection that’s growing in your heart, one unwittingly planted there a week ago.

He looks at you softly again, as if there’s more he wants to say but instead he replaces his bunny smile with a gentle one, wrinkles forming at the outer corner of his eyes, cheeks just slightly pushing up to reveal the bags underneath those orbs of his. They glisten under the lighting in your living room.

He lets the silence linger a little longer.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

You let yourself bask in this thought, in his presence, just for tonight. Saturday You will get over this.

As you lay on your bed that night, you decide it isn’t just your past with your ex that you’ll bury under lock and key. It’s also this.

>> part 1 drabble

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ssamie · 3 years

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seven. STARGAZING

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"why the hell is that brat crying?!" sanemi exclaimed in irritation as he threw a pillow at y/n's head

"ara~ dont be so insensitive, shinazugawa-kun" shinobu cooed at him "y/n-chan here had just been recently put into the 'friendzone', as she calls it" she said

"hah? that's it?" sanemi scoffed "i know someone who's been at it for years. atleast he's not bawling his eyes out like a child"

"w-who is it, sanemi-kun?" she sniffled lightly as she raised her head from shinobu's lap "heh." sanemi sneered as he eyed obanai who has been glaring him down for the past few minutes "its that snake fucker-"

oabani cut him off by quickly kicking him away, making sanemi's body hit the wall with a loud thud, leaving cracks onto the concrete upon contact. "you shouldn't listen to him." obanai said to her "he's just messing with you"

obanai walked over to her side, taking her away from shinobu and situating her on his lap.

"ara ara~ have fun you two" shinobu cooed at them as she walked away. but of course, not before sending a jab towards giyuu. "ara~ i bet you're wondering what that's like. right, tomioka-san?" she asked mockingly

"well you better stop wondering since it's never gonna happen anyways" shinobu laughed "its not like anyone likes you here"

giyuu didn't react, and simply stared stoicly at her. "im not disliked by people." he said.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" shinobu cooed as she waved him off

"now.." obanai trailed off "who made you cry like this?" he asked "i'll kill them." he said, as kaburamaru hissed in agreement

she sulked and slouched back onto his chest, playing with her hair as obanai rested his chin on her shoulders "well, i don't want you to kill suna-kun" she hummed

"how would he become my husband if he dies?"

silence. absolute silence. everyone in the room looked at each other before turning ghostly pale, looking nervously at obanai before innocently whistling and pretending to mind their own business.

"your- your what?" obanai stammered as he let out a shaky laugh

"my husband" she answered with a huff

"i've been searching for so long, and who would've guessed i'd find him through highschool!" she squealed

"ara ara~ b-but you said you were looking for a man stronger than you, y/n-chan" shinobu cooed out with a sheepish laugh

"i doubt that suna person fits that description" giyuu commented

she then suddenly perks up and shakes her head with a smile on her face. "nope! but suna-kun makes me so weak when he smiles or talks or blinks or sleeps or breath near me!!" she squeals

"i feel like turning into a puddle when he talks! a puddle!!" she said

she laid on the ground in a starfish position with a dreamy look on her face, "like this!" she said as to emphasise her point

"i see! he sounds like a flamboyant man, indeed!" uzui exclaimed with a grin

"w-well...i guess all you can do is hope he returns your feelings someday" obanai muttered "if he doesn't then im sure there's still someone out there who would happily love and care for you" he said

"haha! simply marry one, two, or three flamboyant men you lay your eyes on!" uzui exclaimed with a laugh "im pretty sure you're the only one here who would want three lovers all at the same time" giyuu muttered

"how unflamboyant of you, tomioka!" uzui sneered

y/n looked back at obanai and curiously cocked her head to the side, "it's so weird.."

"how could you know so much about topics like these, obanai-kun?" she asked

"how could i not." obanai mumbled bitterly as a gloomy aura surrounded his form.

suddenly, a loud thumping of feet caught all the hashiras' attentions. the door slammed open, revealing a very frantic nezuko. she ran towards the love hashira and hid herself under her haori.

"nezuko-chan?" y/n muttered curiously as she peeked under her haori to look down at the girl. "hmm" nezuko hummed back through her muzzle.

suddenly, two sets of footsteps followed. as well as loud screaming.

"nezuko-chaaannnn~" zenitsu cooed loudly "come here, nezuko-chan~"

"zenitsu! leave her alone already!" tanjiro exclaimed in a frantic tone as he tried to hold zenitsu back "nezuk- aCK! WHAT IS THIS?! IS THIS HEAVEN?!" zenitsu shrieked as he caught sight of the hashira holding the girl in her arms

"zenitsu! cut it out! let's go!" tanjiro scolded him as he dragged the blond away "NO NO! I WANNA SEE NEZUKO-CHAN AND Y/N-SENPAIII!!!" zenitsu wailed as tanjiro ushered him out of the room

"leave it zenitsu! let's go eat so you can calm down" tanjiro said with a sigh

"WAIT! I WANNA JOIN YOU!!" y/n yelled as she hurriedly ran after the two

"wait-" obanai's words were ignored, seeing as she was already out the door, leaving a trail of dust behind her "i was gonna tell her she didn't have any money." obanai mumbled as he glanced at her bag, which was situated by the corner of the room.

"hmm, mhhm" nezuko hummed as she sat herself beside sanemi

"dont sit next to me, you eyesore" sanemi scowled "there's plenty of space there by tomioka!"

"ara~ it seems even nezuko-chan doesn't like tomioka-san after all" shinobu cooed in pity "how sad."

"shut up, woman."

"ahhh, this is so good~" she said with a content sigh as she practically inhaled the bowl of ramen "tanjiro-kun, we should eat out together more often" she said "you seem to know a lot of good restaurants"

tanjiro smiled and waved his hands dismissively, nodding his head as he placed more food into her plate. "its no big deal, y/n-senpai. i used to come here with nezuko a lot" he said "and, we should definitely eat together more often!" he said with a smile as sparkles seemed to surround him

'my god.' she breathed in and out

'tanjiro is so cute! and so nice! he would definitely make a good husband!' she thought to herself

'and zenitsu..' she trailed off, her eyes slowly averting towards the blond

'zenitsu is so.. SCARY?! WHAT'S WITH THAT FACE?!'

she smiled shakily as she caught sight of zenitsu's grim expression, paired along with a glare as he mumbled angrily to himself "what's bothering you zenitsu-kun?" she asked him

"what's bothering me? what's bOTHERING ME?!?" he shrieked "I SHOULD BE THE ONE SITTING NEXT TO YOU, Y/N-SENPAI! BUT INSTEAD THAT FOREHEAD BOY TOOK MY SPOT!" zenitsu scowled

"AND YOU!" tanjiro jumped as zenitsu pointed an accusing finger to his face "YOU'VE BEEN STEALING MY THUNDER, HAVEN'T YOU?! YOU'VE BEEN TALKING HER UP SO SHE WOULDN'T BE MY WIFE! YOU'RE SO CRUEL!!" zenitsu exclaimed

tanjiro blinked in shock as he cluelessly shook his head in response "i wasn't doing anything like that!" he said

"YES YOU WERE!!" zenitsu screamed in aggravation "now im definitely gonna be left alone. to die. to rot. to reencarnate as a miserable snail that never finds a mate!"

tanjiro sweat dropped as he gave zenitsu a weirded out glare "what are you even talking about?"

"ah, but look at it this way, zenitsu!" she chimed in "by sitting across from me, it's like we're on a date! that's usually how it goes with couples, you know?" she cooed as she placed her hands on top of his

zenitsu paled as his eyes repeatedly dart from her and their hands. "a-a date?" he squeaked out

"oh well... something like that" she chuckled nervously, not at all used to the blond being this quiet

"i see." zenitsu stated in an unusually serious tone. "tanjiro." he turned to look at the burgundy-haired boy. "i can now die in peace. my life, dreams and goals are fulfilled. i can die a happy man."

"what are you talking about?" tanjiro sweat dropped

just then, a distinctive sound of a bell rang, signalling that a person had entered the doors. she looked back to see who has entered, all while still munching on a piece of meat and ignoring zenitsu, who was currently practicing his wedding vows.

"suna-kun?" she subconsciously called out as she recognised the person to be none other than suna rintarou himself

"oh, hey bunny" suna sent her a nod as he trudged into the restaurant, carrying a skateboard with him.

"suna-kun!! hi! what are you doing here?" she asked him "im picking up some food for later" he answered mindlessly as he walked towards her table

"oh hey.." suna nodded at tanjiro and zenitsu.

"hi, are you a friend of y/n-senpai?" tanjiro asked with a kind smile "friend? more like a leech. he's interrupting my time with her!!" zenitsu whispered to tanjiro

"uh, yeah. she's also our manager" suna answered unbotheredly despite feeling zenitsu's glare on him

tanjiro looked at y/n, who seemed to be too immersed in suna's face at the moment, given that she was staring lovingly at him with lovesick eyes. "y/n-senpai, i think zenitsu and i need to go back to the dojo" tanjiro said with a soft laugh. he gripped zenitsu's haori as he forced the blond to stand and walk away despite his protests.

"eh? really?" she asked them, "oh well.. okay.."

"i guess i'll just pay for your guys' meals then!" she clasped her hands in delight as she pulled out a wallet from her pocket "oh no, it seems ive taken the wrong wallet" she hummed in feign innocence

she shrugged and made a shushing motion to the boys "oh well. don't tell giyuu-san~" she cooed

"we won't!!" tanjiro exclaimed as he waved her goodbye. she waved them off, watching their figures disappear with a smile on her face. she laughed softly as she heard zenitsu's distant screams.

"that was cute" suna snickered "didn't know your friends were that nice. unlike that bandaged dude"

she smiled apologetically at him and sighed "sorry about obanai-kun.. it takes a while to get on his good side, i suppose" she said "but hes a very nice person. you just gotta be patient with him" she said

"i don't think i have the patience for that" suna yawned

"anyways, sushi or tempura?" he asked "why are you asking me?" she asked

"well, you're gonna be eating with me so might as well let you pick" he said with a nonchalant shrug. she blinked dumbly at him as she watched him start to skim through the menu "wait- why would i be eating with you??"

"well usually, when guys take a girl out for dinner, they'd be eating right?" suna said with a chuckle

'take me out.. ME?! AND HIM?!' she panicked

'DINNER?! but i already ate..' she looked down at her stomach, and sweat dropped upon feeling it rumble

'nevermind.. im still hungry' she thought to herself

"u-uhm.. sushi?" she answered with slight hesitance "sushi it is" suna said with a nod as he proceeded to order.

'ahshhsjsj!!! is this a date?! am i out of the 'friendzone'?? ' she thought

"good thing i have you with me. or else i'll have to invite tsumu out instead" suna gagged "that piss head's been testing me lately." he said "so i'd much rather spend time with my best friend" he said in a teasing tone, nudging her with his elbow as he laughed

"a-ah.. yes.. right" she responded. she smiled blankly as she stared at the air before her, slowly feeling herself wither away into nothingness.

"here you are, sir! takeout order for sushi!" the waitress announced as she placed the paper bag on the table "that was fast" suna mumbled as he paid her the amount

"ah thank you! sir and maam-" the waitress sweat dropped as she made eye contact with the pink and green haired girl. the lady was well aware that she had already eaten a full course meal a few moments prior. she had personally watched her inhale three bowls of ramen and two plates of pudding. though she still let her be.

"anyways. i was heading to the skatepark, let's eat there" suna said "i didnt know you skate, suna-kun" she said with a soft smile as her eyes raked down his form

'ahh, hes looking especially good with a sketeboard..' she thought to herself

'he looks so cool' she squealed internally

'calm down, calm down' she thought as she eased her erratic breathing down

"its just a hobby i guess" suna shrugged as he stretched his arms over his head "i could even teach ya if ya want" suna said with a small smirk as he handed her the board

her eyes landed on the board with a glimmer of curiosity. she smiled nervously and nodded "sure! though, I'd probably fall a lot.." she muttered

"dont worry, i'll catch you"

----

"y/n- y/n please just trust me" suna said with a grunt "it's not that bad!"

"yes it is! it's so-wait suna-kun it's moving!!" she whined as the board skidded ever so lightly. "calm down" suna chuckled, with a strained smile as he felt her already deathly grip tighten even more around his arm

"okay, how bout this" suna hummed out as he clasped her shoulders in his hands. "if you manage to learn atleast one trick tonight, we can go stargazing or whatever"

'stargazing with suna.. stargazing.. suna..' she chanted repeatedly in her head

wordlessly, she snatched the board and placed it by the ramp, and skated down with ease. "..." suna stared at her from across the ramp as she landed with a flip.

"so we've been going through hell and back for so long. when this whole time, you could do it all along" suna sighed "i was just motivated!" she exclaimed as she ran towards him

"by what? stargazing?" suna chuckled as he ruffled her hair with his hand "exactly!" she replied with a bright grin

suna shook his head with a smile as he led her to a bench, setting down his board on the ground and the bag of sushi between them "you're just so adorable, aren't ya" suna said in a teasing tone as he playfully rolled his eyes at her

'AM I?? AM I ADORABLE?!' she panicked

"so." suna mused "how's your life going, bunny?"

"ahm, it's nice.." she muttered back shyly as she took a bite of the sushi "how about you, suna-kun?" she asked him "how has your life been going?" suna shrugged and leaned back on the bench, eyes landing on the constellation of stars above them

"its been normal. not much going on other than recording random fights at school" he said "but it's been fun having you around, bunny" he said as he turned to look at her

only to sweat drop upon seeing her mutter flusteredly to herself, all while her face burns a bright red color

'he looks so cool and mysterious like that' she thought

'he has such a pretty side profile!!' she fawned

'his eyes are all sparkly from the moonlight and stars!!' she basically seethed as she screamed in her head

"hey, you okay?" suna chuckled as he taps on her forehead "uh im fine.." she muttered flusteredly as her eyes crossed to focus on his finger, which was still tapping on her forehead

"heh, you better be or else im getting my ass beat by the twins" he said jokingly as he crossed his arms over his chest "the twins.." she mumbled, scratching her head as she pondered over a thought that seems to nag at her

"the twins, the twins,, oh they're waiting for me at home!!" she frantically opened her phone and went to the messaging app. she smiled nervously as she was greeted with over a hundred texts from the two boys

"ah.. i forgot about the movie night tsumu-kun proposed.." she chuckled sheepishly as she sunk down on the seat out of guilt "hm.. let's go then" suna said as he held his hand out for her to take

"im in the mood to crash your guys' movie night" suna chuckled as he pulled her up to her feet

'ADJSFHJKL HANDS HANDS HANDS!!' she panicked

she looked at their loosely intertwined hands. his grip was quite loose, almost not even there in the first place. his fingers tangled nicely with hers as they walked. it was a cliche she had never thought she'd experience. walking hand in hand with the person you admire under the moon and stars.

'he's so warm..' she thought as she felt the slightest bit of body heat getting transferred onto her

"alright. get ready to run, bunny" suna teased as his hand moved to grip her wrist "if you're too slow, i won't be comin' back for you" he taunted playfully as he started running while dragging her along

"okay! i'll run in full speed!" she huffed back with a smile of determination as she pried his hand off her wrist and went to grip his instead

"wait wait. not full speed. y/n-" suna chuckled nervously as he tried to plant himself down on the ground with his feet

he was well aware that her body was simply built different, if anything. her speed, stamina, and strength was enough to make a grown man cry, and frankly, he was in no mood to deal with that at the moment.

"okay, suna-kun! let's go!" she exclaimed as she started running

"wait waIT WAIT-"

-----

"welcome home, y/n" osamu greeted her with a small smile as he ushered the girl into the fort they had made

"and goodbye suna" he said to the brunette before he could even step onto the porch "oi! let me in!" suna said with a grunt as he blocked the door from closing with his foot "i didnt go through all that for nothing" suna muttered as he waltzed inside their home uninvited

"oi sunarin!! how dare you hog y/n-chan to yerself?!" atsumu snarled as he went to kick suna on the back "shut up you blond bitch" suna scowled as he threw a random pillow at atsumu's face

"tch" atsumu scoffed childishly the blond then blinked curiously as a snicker went past his lips "oi sunarin, yer pussy bangs are looking worse than usual" atsumu laughed "what happened to ya?"

"we ran so fast i think the wind split my skull open" suna groaned as he went to fix his hair "ara~ but i slowed down so you wouldn't be so tired, suna-kun" she said with a tone of concern

"you slowed down? that was slow for you?" suna scoffed in disbelief

"well anyways, i have something to tell ya, y/n-chan!" atsumu beamed as he slung his arm around her shoulder "i was supposed to tell you this, but that was before suna stole ya from me!!" atsumu hissed at the brunette

suna didn't reply, but simply flipped the blond off in response. "what is it, tsumu-kun?" she asked him as she discarded herself of her haori "i want ya to meet a friend of mine tomorrow" he said

"oh that's nice! i'd love to meet them!" she beamed happily "but one thing to consider" atsumu said in a warning tone. he threw a bottle of sanitizer at her and a pack of masks and latex gloves.

"we gotta make sure yer clean"

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Jensen Ackles: Dinner Date

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader/ Y/n

Pov: Jensen

Warnings: Fluff, dinner date, Jensen being cute, was totally thinking of “your man” by Josh Turner while writing this.

Summary: What happens when Jensen plans an amazing dinner date for the two of you. Will it go to plan, or will Japanese take out be a better choice.

Word Count: 1,692

Masterlist

Tag list: @akshi8278

Two weeks ago, Y/n had told me that she needed a night out with me. Actually, it was more like ‘I need a night out with my hubby, hubby!’ So, when she said that I automatically got on the phone with the restaurant I had purposed to her at. A nice chic, but simple restaurant the girl on the phone sounded young and she answered with ‘Hello this is Gisila how can I help you today?’ ‘I’d like to reserve a table in the back of the restaurant for a week from now.’ I spoke.

There were a few minutes of silence and then a response came from my phone. ‘Sure, how many people, time, and last name?’ The young girl asked. ‘Two people, 6:45, and last name Is Ackles’ I answered ‘Okay Mr. Ackles your reservation is all in order. Have a wonderful rest of your day.’ And then click the call was over.

“Baby, we have reservation for 6:45 in a week at the restaurant I proposed at.” I said across the kitchen island. “Aww, really Ackles. I’m so ready for you and me time.” Y/n said grabbing my hand from the other side of the island. “So am I dear. Now let’s go watch that new movie you’ve been begging me to watch with you.” I said grabbing the bowl of popcorn that Y/n had just popped.

We walked into the living room; our TV already to press play. This was rare for either of us to be home, and be able to enjoy our company. Y/n was also in the acting business, but she was working on a show that was filmed in Florida, so we often spent most of our time away from each other. Whenever we did get time together, it was nice to spend it not talking about work, acting, but instead spending it doing things that we loved to do.

Y/n grabbed her enormous white blanket covering the both of us up, and leaned her head into my shoulder. Placing the bowl of popcorn in my lap, looking over at her I asked, “Are you comfortable yet, babe?” “Yes, Yes I am.” She answered shoveling a hand full of popcorn into her mouth. So, I grabbed the remote and pressed play on the TV, and just like always only about 45 minutes into the movie Y/n was sound asleep with her hand draped into the bowl.

My shoulder damp from her drool, I carefully moved her hand out of the popcorn bowl, placing it on the end table. I then moved her, so I could re-position on her couch and paused the movie before grabbing her and pacing her on my chest. There were many nights were we both fell asleep like this; it was easier than trying to wake her up and drag her upstairs. I had learned that early into our relationship, she liked her sleep, so don’t bother her once she’s asleep.

A week later

After the week we both had I know that the both of us were more than happy that we had a reservation set up. Y/n had gotten home from a shopping trip, which this time had gone smoothly not a ton of people noticing who she was. As she walked through the front door, she dropped all but 2 bags. Myself standing in the kitchen, I moved just enough to catch a glimpse of Y/n running upstairs.

“I’m home, and we have a date remember. So, you should get ready.” Y/n yelled as she walked up the stairs. While Y/n was out shopping I had gone through most of my clothes trying to pick out a nice outfit, unpacking everything from my side of the closet. Trying my hardest to somehow sort through all of the clothes. After only what seemed like hours sorting through everything, I finally had all the clothes in order.

At that point it was going to much easier to be able to choose what I wanted to wear. I started digging and found a nice un-crimped white shirt, and found a nice pair of black dress pants. Now all I had to do was wait for Y/n to come home and tell me what color tie to wear. And of course, one of my more structured jackets was in the downstairs closet waiting for me.

It was still early enough in the day where Y/n had enough time to get ready the right way. Another thing I had learned quickly about Y/n she did not like being informed about an event only a few hours before. A main reason why we always made reservations, and she’d then plan according to what would fit around that particular event.

With what I’d say was 3 hours before we would have to be at our reservations, I slipped into our bedroom. Catching out of the corner of my ear the dress that Y/n had purchase on her shopping trip. A beautiful purple slimming dress that came no less down to her knee caps. I was still in my day attire, so I slipped out of my joggers, my white t-shirt, and into the shower with Y/n.

Unlike the character I played on TV, I wasn’t much of a ladies' man. I had found the love of my life, and she was all I really needed. As I slipped into the shower with her, she said “I was wondering how long it would take for you to get in here with me.” As she massaged the shampoo into her head.

“Darling, you know you like to see me in the shower with you.” I said sliding my hands down her hips. “Ross! I do love having you in the shower with me, but you know that this” She said pointing down to where my hands were. “we’ll never make it to the reservations.” She spoke.

So, I removed my hands and switched places with her, washing my body quickly, along with my hair. Kissing her on the lips, and murmuring “love you, dear.” Getting out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around my waist, walking to where my clothes were laid out. Still having time before Y/n would leave the bathroom, I just put on my boxers, and dress pants.

Walking over to my cabinet, I fished through the varying ties I had collected over the years. I had taken out about 4 varying ties, making sure that two were complimenting Y/n’s dress while the others were questionable at best. After constantly moving the four ties I had figured that it was either going to go with the green or yellow tie.

Standing there looking like an idiot, Y/n said “Go with the green.” smiling. Throwing the yellow tie into the pile of no’s “Are you sure?” I asked questing if it would really look good together. “Yes, Jensen it will look great, you should probably get dressed some more now.” Y/n said shutting the door of the bathroom.

Finally, a few hours later, Y/n came downstairs looking just as beautiful as the first day I had met her. She had paired her dress with a pair of black heels, everything was so sleek. The click of her heels banged off the walls as she walked down the stairs. “Hey beautiful.” I said as she walked to the front door, picking her pocketbook up on the way. “Hey handsome. Are you ready to go?” She said smiling. “Yes, do you need a jacket?” I asked.

Seeing the short sleeves of the dress, “No, I’ll just use yours.” She said winking as she walked out the front door. As I locked our front door, Y/n made her way into the car. The drive to the restaurant was nice, and actually the roads weren’t heavily traffie'd that I assumed that they’d be.

When we arrived to the restaurant, I left the car running and made my way in, and made it to the front desk before the large group of people came in behind me. “Ma’am I have a reservation for 2 under the name Ackles.” I said “okay Sir... Um what was the reservations under?” The young lady said. “Ackles, Alpha, Charlie, Kilo, Lima, Echo, Sierra.” I said spelling it phonetically. The young lady, scrolled and searched her computer for a second before telling me some very bad news.

“I'm sorry Mr. Ackles, but you don’t have a reservation here.” Trying hard to not show how upset I was I asked “Do you have any open tables? It’s just a party of two.” “I’m sorry, we’ve been booked for the past week.” The young lady said. “It’s fine, dear. Have a good rest of your night.” I said walking out.

I know that I was going to feel bad for ruining our date night. As I climbed into the car, Y/n read my face asking me. “They don’t have a table for us, do they?” I looked over at her, and loosened my tie, “yes I’m sorry dear. How about we order some food instead, watch a movie on the couch maybe snuggle.”

“That’s okay dear, and yeah I’d like that very much.” So that’s what we did, Y/n called the closet Japanese's restaurant. “Yes, Ma’am this is Fen, what would you like to order?” After a few minutes of deciding on the what both Y/n and I wanted, Y/n answered “A plate of sushi, and one plate of tempura. Thank you, Fen.” She spoke.

Picking it up on our way home, Y/n held it in her lap, and my hand stayed on her thigh for the rest of the trip home, we played music as we drove. Just taking a minute to relax and reflect on maybe we don’t always have to go out for dinner.

When we arrived home, Y/n asked “Do you mind if we eat in our fancy clothes, seeing as I put so much effort into mine?” “Of course, honey, I’ll go get silverware, and you can choose the movie.” I spoke. As I walked into the kitchen I yelled. “And I put a lot of time into my outfit too, dork.”

Completed: 02/17/2021

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gallickingun · 4 years

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keep my secrets safe

Summary: Bakugou hates covert work. And he’s hungry. But also, apparently he talks in his sleep?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Rated: T Warning: language, etc. Word Count: 1,702

bakugou’s birthday party has begun! see here for more info!

“I can’t believe I got stuck on stake-out duty again.”

“I can’t believe they stuck me with you again.”

Bakugou growls, slumping further down in his seat, resting his head on his fists. He’s completely stretched out in the front passenger’s seat, legs sprawled out, fast food wrappers on the floor and a half-empty cup of coffee starting to go cold in his cup holder. You keep your eyes glued to the building across the street where you’re waiting for the final piece of evidence to fall into place so you can arrest a particularly dangerous set of villains.

“And they say I’m a pain in the ass,” Bakugou grumbles, kicking at the tinfoil wrapped beneath his feet. He closes his eyes, “I should be asleep right now.”

You nod in the general direction of the nightclub across the street, “I’m sure if we just go in there and tell them to commit their crimes so you can put on your pajamas, they’ll totally listen!”

The telltale sound of Bakugou’s hands crackling, body itching to display his quirk so you might be the slightest bit intimidated by him, echoes against the windows and you wince, “Seriously?”

“You’re so annoying,” Bakugou curls his fists back together, shutting down the fireworks. He crosses his arms over his chest, resting his head against the window, “This is so stupid, I hate covert work.”

You look through the binoculars again, focusing intently on the various entrances, “It’s because you’re the worst hero possible for covert work. You literally blow things up.”

He goes quiet, so you take advantage of the silence to start really surveying the area. You pinpoint the different exits and make sure to watch the rooftop for any villains with wings or quirks that may allow them to stay so high in the air. Your eyes track over every surface of the buildings and you keep track on a small notepad the number of guards and their rotation schedules.

“S’hungry,” Bakugou mumbles from the passenger seat.

You chuckle, “I told you to get two burgers, but you wouldn’t listen.”

He whines out the word again and you hear his body shift on the leather. You don’t dare take your eyes off of the nightclub as the next round of guards switch out with the prior group. “Bakugou, I didn’t eat my whole sandwich. You can have the rest.”

A string of incoherent words passes from his lips but you don’t pay him any mind. He likes to piss you off, you think, so of course he’d say something about being hungry but not take you up on your offer to feed him what little you have. However, you won’t allow him to distract you from this important mission.

To him it may seem like a nuisance, something that he has to do to get through the day, but this is an opportunity for you. It is an opening into a better agency if you’re able to prove yourself, which is why you pray that Bakugou can behave himself for one night until you can capture the criminal activity going on in the nightclub. And then you’ll let him loose, allowing him to use his quirk to blast whoever he wants.

“Pisces sushi sounds good,” Bakugou’s words slur together, his feet pushing around on the floorboards. You sigh, turning your head just enough so he can know that you’re acknowledging him, “Katsuki, now is not the time to think about sushi.”

“So good!” he whines, “So hungry.”

The next hour passes in silence, which you’re thankful for. You can only take so much of Bakugou’s sarcastic attitude and snarky remarks.

However, in the quiet, your mind starts to wander. You think of the reason you started your Pro Hero journey - your desire to save people stemming from the death of your parents. You swore to yourself as a child that you would use your abilities to save others so no child would have to grow up alone like you.

You tilt your head, leaning back on the car headrest, “Why did you become a Pro Hero?”

The only response you get is the echo of crickets outside the car. You groan to yourself; you knew that Bakugou didn’t have the emotional maturity to have a full length conversation about anything semi-sensitive.

A quick retort sits on your tongue, begging for you to burst, but he surprises you with a small response only milliseconds before you’ve opened your lips.

“Protection. Saving.” Bakugou’s voice is clipped, but you’ll take what you can get. He coughs and out of the corner of your eye you see him shift uncomfortably in the front seat.

You bite down on the corner of your lip, adjusting the binoculars so you can see closer, gathering more details about the various villains guarding the nightclub. A small inhale parts your lips, “Wow, not what I expected.”

“I wan’ to make people feel safe,” he’s slurring his words but you are sure he’s just tired. You chuckle, a blush painted on the tops of your cheeks at his admission - you didn’t think he had such kindness within him, let alone the humility to let it leak through in the form of words. Bakugou swallows audibly, “The way All Might made me feel safe.”

The binoculars rest on your chest now, your nails busied with the base of your cuticles. You can’t believe he’s baring himself to you in this way. The only time you’ve ever heard Bakugou talk openly about All Might is when he’s swearing up and down that he’ll surpass him as Number One Pro Hero. Of course, the veteran has since retired, but Bakugou still holds him to a level above all the others.

“I think that’s very noble of you, Bakugou.”

There is a beat of quiet before his mouth opens again, “I miss Kiri.”

Your jaw drops at his blatant admission, but there is a sound of gunfire from across the road and the two of you spring into action. Bakugou blasts himself forward using his quirk, slamming into the thugs outside before storming the building.

The two of you make quick work of the villains, your backup arriving only a few minutes after you’re tying up the head crook. You hand him off to the cops and step to where Bakugou is leaned against your rental car, “So, how about something to eat? You had to have burned a lot of calories in that fight.”

“Sure, I guess I could eat,” Bakugou grumbles, wringing his hands together. You notice the faint lingering smell of ashen sweetness and you’re reminded of his quirk and the way it works. You smile, “Pisces Sushi sound good?”

His eyes go wide, “Pisces is a hole in the wall - how’d you find out about it?!”

You take a step towards him, looking at him closer with your head tilted, eyeing him up and down, “Did you hit your head?”

“What the he-no!”

“You told me about Pisces, you idiot,” you kick at his shin gently with the toe of your boot, “how else would I know about it?”

Bakugou’s face turns pink at the apples of his cheeks. He turns his eyes downward, watching as he kicks around a few pieces of large gravel with the sole of his shoe, “My mom and I used to go there together. J-Just us. I’ve never told anyone about that place, no one ‘cept Kiri.”

You’re invading his space now, his senses heightened when your closeness makes his temperature sky rocket. You brush your thumb along his jawline, inspecting his face carefully, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, dumbass,” Bakugou swats your hand away, but there’s no malice in his action, “I’m fine. Why are you acting weird?”

“It’s just-” You take a breath and his eyes are drawn to the way your chest swells, “You were talking to me in the car about food and Kiri and All Might, so I just thought that maybe-”

“Woah, wait,” Bakugou grabs you by the biceps, “what the hell? I would never say anything about Shitty Hair, not in public. Unless I was roasting him on a spit. What did I say?”

His sudden interest in the things that came out of his own mouth is intriguing, but also a little disturbing. Your browns knit together, “Uh, you said you wanted to be a hero like All Might, and you said you missed Kirishima?”

A string of cuss words fall from Bakugou’s mouth, grating against his throat, “Well, damn.”

The two of you do end up at Pisces Sushi-

-for the next couple of years.

Every Tuesday night you meet up after patrol, and he introduces you to another sushi roll you hadn’t tried yet. Of course he admonishes you, teasing you relentlessly about your uncultured view of the world. After all, who hasn’t tried a spicy tempura roll before?

And later, much later, you’re staying up long after him when you hear it again.

It isn’t the first time since the stakeout, that was years ago, but it still makes your heart flutter nonetheless. He’s facing you, lips slackened from sleep, and the words are soft, so quiet that you can barely hear them in the safety of your bedroom.

“I love you.”

It’s not something you don’t already know, and it’s definitely not something that he doesn’t tell you whenever he can get over his pride long enough to admit that you’re everything he’s ever needed and more. But, somehow, in the quiet darkness that lays over the both of you like a shadow, it means so much more.

Subconsciously, in his state of dreaming, he’s thinking about you still. His thoughts are on you day and night, and it’s only secured even further by the way he reaches out for you in his slumber. Bakugou’s hands are warm as he taps your rib cage, the entirety of his palm spanning the distance of your side.

You plant a kiss on his head, threading your legs through his as you listen to his soft snores overtake his voice once again.

“I love you too, Katsuki.”

Even if he doesn’t hear you, something within your heart tells you to say it anyway.

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years

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small cake with big surprise.

request: hai hai! its me 🌺 anon! I really love your work very much <3 can i request something? since murasakibara’s bday was 1-2 days ago, how about his gf surprising him with an all you can eat coupon and they eat alot and gf just brings out a cake when he was out to get some more food? and found a ring on top of the cake! it’s basically proposing through food 😭 anyways have a nice day!

# tags: scenario; current relationship; aged up; romance; big fluff; cute shit; sfw

includes: female reader ft. atsushi murasakibara {knb}

author’s note: CUTE CUTE CUTE, thank you!!

“... Thank you, Y/N-chin. Literally the best birthday in my whole life.” For the fifth time in the last twenty minutes, you have heard this sentence, which making you smile warmly and nod towards the tall man.

“Atsushi, my baby, you don’t have to thank me.” You spoke honestly, then put some rice with a delicious curry sauce in your mouth. “You deserve it. Anyway, you have your twenty-fifth birthday only once, so...” You added with a slight chuckle on your tongue, and he smiled lazily as he took another piece of sushi. After a moment he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of the food, and you looked down a little, making sure that the tiny bag with cake inside was still lying beside your feet. Luckily, it was there and your heart was flooded with nice warmth.

The next minutes passed quietly as the two of you talked about the days ahead; about college, about work, and of course about Murasakibara’s team who still be interested in basketball and continued to be a great center of the squad.

At one point, you got so busy with the conversation that you didn’t notice that practically all the food was gone from the table. There were no longer any warm takoyaki, cold soba noodles, curry, rice or tempura. You also ran out of iced tea, so your lovely boyfriend said he would bring you something good, as the coupon you gave him for his birthday was still working. You nodded at him, then took a deep breath as soon as the man left your table.

Judging all the ‘pluses’ and ‘minuses’ you took out a pretty, tiny and tasty-looking cake from the white, paper bag. You took the clear wrapping off it, which kept everything safe from traveling, and then placed the cake on the spot where Atsushi’s plate had been. As you were in the restaurant, you didn’t light the cake candles, but instead took out a red box from your pants pocket, which perfectly matched the strawberries and raspberries on the cream. Of course, you flipped it open so that the engagement ring inside will immediately caught your beloved boyfriend’s eyes, and then waited another long minute for the purple-haired to return to his place with a plate full of food and with two glasses of juice for you.

“... Oh, did you buy a cake, Y/N-chin? Mmm, it looks so delicious.”

“I made it myself.” You smiled softly and your boyfriend widened his eyes. He was definitely and genuinely delighted.

At first, Murasakibara didn’t notice the shiny ring, probably thinking that it was a piece of cake or a small candy, but the more he looked at the cake, the more he noticed the fact that the box with the ring was not made of chocolate, but of leather, gold and the precious gemstone that was the same color as your eyes.

“Y/N-chin...?”

“You know ‘Sushi that I love you so much, right? We’ve been together for eight years and maybe... A-Ahhh, I don’t remember what I wanted to say, I’m so sorry. I just, umm... Would you like to spend the next years with me, but not as my boyfriend, but as my fiancé and husband?” You asked shyly, and your cheeks seemed as red as the fruit on top of the cake.

For a moment neither of you spoke, and it took a few minutes for your boyfriend to lower his head and you clenched your fists.

“A-Atsushi? Baby?”

“Y/N-chin...” He whispered, lifting his head, and only then you noticed the tears in his eyes, and the blushes on his ears and nose. “I love you. Of course I will spend the rest of my life with my Y/N-chin... Come here to me, please.”

With a huge smile, you got up from your seat and sat on Atsushi’s lap, kissing him on the forehead, cheeks and lips. Finally, you reached for the ring, which was still on top of the cake, and put it on the hand of your fiancé. Fortunately, the size fit his hand perfectly.

“Now I can really say it’s the best birthday of my life.” He said happily, pressing his face against your warm neck. “Thank you, Y/N-chin.”

“Thank you too, ‘Sushi. Happy birthday once again.”

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Cheating Death VII

Warning/s: Angsty?

Summary: You, Nat, and Carol has arrived at a crossroad. It’s time to decide.

A/N: Hello, hello! I’m alive. I’m so sorry for being AWOL and I feel the need to explain why I’m taking forever to write, its because I’ve been in-charge of taking care of SIX two weeks old kittens. Their mom was an outdoor cat who lives in our garage, she died of an accident, orphaning six cuties.

It was a terrible few weeks, the kittens at that age needed to be fed every two hours. So, yes, I wake up every two hours to bottle feed six kittens. I usually slept at 2AM and wake up at 5AM. In between that, I have to disinfect the house because I’m highly anxious of this pandemic, take care of my six old cats, clean two litters, and work. How I manage that I do not know? I sleep in between feeding times at night that’s why I barely have time to write.

I know I said somewhere that I’m ending this mini series in this chapter but at 3k+ words, I’m still not done with it. 3k+ words and I’m not sure how I really want to end this. So, this for now. Maybe I’ll have clarity by next week once I rehomed all six kittens.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

It’s been two weeks since Nat found out that you were alive, and that you were the one responsible for getting her back from Vormir. Ever since then, the two of you have been hanging out all day, every day doing whatever your hearts desire unless she has work to do with the Avengers. Today, you and Nat spend the whole day outside instead of being coup up in your condo unit. You two just arrived back after spending a splendid afternoon of lunch, shopping and generally chilling out around City Hall Park, talking about anything and everything under the big blue sky.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me.” Nat moaned after dropping her shopping bag at the foot of your bed and before she threw herself on it. “I feel like we walked for a lifetime.”

You smiled fondly at the redhead in your bed before playfully rolling your eyes at her. “Oh don’t be dramatic.”

Nat rolled on her stomach to look at you, watch you practically undressing in front of her. You weren’t really bothered by it because she’s seen you in far fewer articles of clothing before until you saw her staring and starting to get redder, the longer you stood there in your skin tight jeans and only your sports bra. You cleared your throat to gain her attention. She averted her eyes, tried to look at that expensive painting hanging on the wall behind you.

“I am not, I’m just stating facts,” she said before chancing a glance towards you.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, love,” you teased with a smirk on your face. You walked towards the edge of the bed, planted a soft kiss at the top of her head before depositing your watch and other accessories on your bedside table.

Nat laid back down, stared at the ceiling before letting out a loud groan. “I hate you,” she said.

You laughed, watching her from the mirror on your bathroom while wiping the very little make up you’ve put in this afternoon. “You really don’t,” you singsonged. Nat only groaned again in response, making you laugh harder. “If you stay the night, I’ll give your poor feet a massage.”

The silence that followed made your smile drop. Nat stood up and looked at you with a frown on her face. “You know that I can’t,” she said softly. “Carol will look for me.” Then she looked at her watch, and you know that your time with her for today is up.

“I should go,” she said quietly.

You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach and smiled at her. “Be safe, Tasha.”

It’s like clockwork for the past two weeks. She spends the whole day with you but she never stays over, which is totally understandable because she’s not yours to keep. Looking at your empty apartment after she walks away, again, leaves you with an immense feeling of being Nat’s dirty little secret but there was nothing you can do. Nat never spoke about leaving Carol nor wanting to be with you. So, you just walked into the shower, hoping against hope that the scalding hot water can soothe your tired, aching soul and wash away all the hurt that comes with loving someone you cannot have.

***

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Sam yelled when he saw Nat entering the common living room. “You’re right on time! We’re watching a movie.”

Carol watched her girlfriend from the love seat with a heavy blanket and shit load of pillows around her. Truthfully, she’s not expecting Nat to be around for movie night. Just like how she’s not around the compound most of the time. Nat looked around and spotted her, she smiled and waved her over.

“Hey,” Carol greeted with her signature goofy smile. Internally, she was cringing at how awkward she sounded. She moved the pillows around, some ending down the floor in her haze to make space for Natasha.

“Hi.” Nat plopped down beside Carol and leaning her head against the blonde’s shoulder. She ignored the way Carol stiffened ever so slightly at the contact.

“I missed you all day. Where have you been?” Carol pretends to ask.

Like she doesn’t know where her girlfriend goes when she’s not in the compound or the training room or the HQ with Maria. She pretends to ask like she doesn’t know why Nat always smells like fresh oranges; a scent Carol grew to associate with you. A part of her pretends to ask to give Nat an out, an opening. To confess, to tell her she doesn’t want her anymore but Nat pretends on her own.

Nat pretends she didn’t hear the question long enough for an invisible bell to save her.

“Alright, settle down. Movie’s starting,” Sam said before he flicked the light switch off.

“I missed you too,” Nat murmured before scooting around to find a comfortable position almost sitting at Carol’s lap.

Carol watched her watch the screen intently. She watched Nat laugh at something that’s happening in the movie (which she’s totally not watching) and can’t help but notice how Nat smiles more often now that she knows that you’re back. She remembers all the time she caught Nat smiling to herself with a dreamy look on her face, and wonder if Nat ever smiles like that when she thinks of her when she’s with you or is that smile reserved only for you.

“You’re not watching,” Nat whispered without taking her eyes off the gigantic TV screen.

“I’m watching the most beautiful woman on any universe though,” Carol whispered right beside Nat’s ear, making her visibly shiver. Nat elbowed her gently as a warning that she’s ticklish.

“Sap.”

“Your sap though.”

“Shut up!” Sam yelled from almost all the way across the room.

Carol and Nat clumped their mouth shuts in unison before eyeing each other and started giggling together softly. Sam’s heavy sigh from across the room told them they’re not really very good at behaving.

***

You were having a relaxing Friday evening when a series of loud knocks rung through your apartment. You looked at your watch, it’s pretty late into the night for a visitor and Nat’s supposed to be out on a week-long mission with Carol. When it’s apparent that whoever was on the other side of the door can’t take the silence as a hint, you reluctantly stood up and walked towards it. You were surprised when you pulled it open.

“Nat?”

She’s got shopping bags on both her hands and a bag of takeouts between her teeth. You helped her by taking the food off of her.

“What took you so long?” She complained before leaning in and giving you a deliberate smack on the lips. “I’ve been knocking all night.”

The kiss caught you off guard that you were left to stare in space while running a lone finger on your own lips. “Y/N?” she asked confused when she saw that you didn’t follow her inside your own apartment.

You looked back at her before snapping out of the trance she put you in. “Yeah?”

“I said, the food’s going to get cold,” she said with a knowing smirk on her face.

You chuckled before placing the food down the counter and opening the lid to examine the contents of the boxes. Nat brought Japanese food, which is your favourite. Nat sat on the opposite side of the table, facing you.

“Thanks for bringing dinner.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied beaming. Something is different about Nat, you can tell by simply noticing how she’s quite literally blooming and more relax than she normally is.

“So.” You quickly popped sushi in your mouth. “How’s the mission?”

She finished chewing her food before grinning at you. “Oh, it was an easy one. Carol and I finished it in two days.”

You hummed your acknowledgement, not wanting to interrogate her. Apparently, Nat’s actually in the mood for sharing. (Over-sharing, if people ask you.)

“Carol asked Fury though if we can take the rest of the week off.” Nat has this loving facial expression on her face that annoys and hurts you. “She said she wanted to spend the rest of the week to reconnect.”

Another stab to your heart. “Where were you again?” You asked innocently.

“Paris,” she replied before taking a bite on her tempura.

“Of course.” You tried to cover the hurt with a smile. So that’s why she looks so happy, you thought to yourself.

And that wasn’t the end of it as she told you with so much enthusiasm how Carol took her to a romantic dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, how they skipped dessert and just walked around the park instead. She told you how Carol held her hand all night long as they stroll the streets of Paris, talking about anything and everything under the moon. She told you how she loved doing normal people does as Carol brought her shopping, museum hopping, and even visiting Disneyland.

Your heart clenched but you still smiled anyway. Her smile faltered, then you know you messed up. You know you’re not selling the happy act right.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked when you docked your head to slurp some soup from your ramen.

“Nothing.” You fought the urge to cringe. It sounded more like a question than a proper answer even to your own ears.

Nat’s eyebrows started to crinkle together. A telltale sign that she’s not buying your bullshit.

“Y/N?”

You bowed your head, stared at your ramen with a frown. You hate when she used that tone like she’s admonishing a child. You feel exhausted, suddenly. “What are we doing, Tasha?” you whispered, still looking at your food.

“I don’t understand-”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when you slammed your chopsticks down the table, startling the redhead. Her playing dumb is just aggravating you, making your eyes glow green when you finally made eye contact.

“I mean what are we doing here?” You waved your hand between the two of you to indicate your point. “You spend most of your days in my apartment. Sometimes you would even bring your work here. Just when you arrived you kissed me, what was that?”

You’re too pumped to sit still, so you stood up and started pacing the floor. “You kissed me-” you repeated like you’re still trying to wrap your head around it. “We have dinner and movie nights. We have brunch and museum outings. Sounds familiar?” You chuckled mirthlessly.

“Y/N-”

You stopped pacing at looked at her. “We do all these things together then you go home to Carol. You sleep in the same bed with Carol. You wake up with Carol. You go on romantic getaways with Carol.”

“Carol’s my girlfriend.”

“And who am I to you?”

Nat looked pained by the question. The pregnant paused that followed was the real pain though. You smiled before you walked back to the table and started cleaning up the table.

“Y/N, please. Don’t make this any harder for me.”

You chuckled after closing the dishwasher. You feel sick and tired and torn apart. “I won’t, I promise.” You started walking to the living room, directly picking up your keys. “I have to go. Just lock up when you leave.”

You were power walking to the door. “But this is your apartment,” she said behind you.

You didn’t dare look back. You just gave another hollow laugh before you’re out of your own damn door.

***

Someone’s knocking on your door at midnight again. The last time someone knocked on your door at the same ungodly hour you had that fight with Natasha. You placed the photo frames on top of your clothes before begrudgingly opening your door. When you did, you couldn’t school your expression fast enough before the other person noticed.

“Not who you’re expecting?” Carol Danvers asked with an awkward smile.

“I’m not expecting anyone but if I was, I certainly wasn’t expecting you.”

You frowned at her yet you opened the door wider to let her in. You and Carol have butt heads since you first met and you certainly don’t want to wake the whole neighbourhood with your bickering. At least inside your apartment, it’s soundproof.

Carol walked inside your open layout unit, noting the industrial design and curated furniture to match the overall style. She spotted the suitcase in your bed with a two framed photos on top of your neatly folded clothes; one is a photo of you and Nat, and the other is a photo of you, Nat and Clint smiling at the camera.

“Going somewhere?”

You walked towards your case before throwing the last of your things inside. “Is there a purpose for this visit, Captain Danvers?” Carol noted the lack of bite in your tone, which she grew accustomed to since you fight each other a lot.

Carol bit her bottom lip as she struggles to find the right words to say to tell you she’s giving up on Natasha so you two can be together. She came to ask you to take care of Nat, protect her and love her for the two of you. She rehearsed what she wanted to say but standing there, the words are stuck in her throat.

You zipped your suitcase and looked up at the blonde who suddenly became too quiet. You can see the storm in her bright hazel eyes. You sighed, you’re too tired for anything so you decided to ease the blonde’s burden.

“Don’t worry Carol, I’m not going to bother you and Nat ever again.” You pulled your luggage out of the bed and dragged it in your foyer.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m getting out of your hair, dumbass.”

Carol was too confused to register the jab. She cocked her head to the side to convey her confusion, making you roll your eyes at her.

“Hey!” She complained with an uncharacteristic pout. “What does getting out of my hair means?”

With your luggage packed and secure, you beckoned Carol to follow you at the other side of the room where your sleek, modern and fully stocked bar stood. You poured yourself and Carol both a tall glass of vodka.

“I mean I’m leaving Tasha in your hands.” You downed the glass of vodka without a problem. “Take care of her.”

Carol looked down at her glass and swirled the clear liquid around. “I actually came here to tell you the same thing,” she whispered.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” You drunk another half glass. “I’m sorry for causing too much trouble.”

Carol let out a hearty laugh. “I’m sorry I’m so uptight.”

“Uptight?” You scoffed. “You’re a dick.”

“So are you,” Carol snickered. “And you killed the Vipers.”

It’s your turn to laugh. “You’re welcome,” you said cheekily before pouring yourself another half a glass of vodka.

“Why are you leaving though?” Carol asked after downing her shot too.

“She loves you, Danvers.” You stared straight at the painting hanging on your wall who happens to be the portrait of a redhead with her back against the canvas.

Carol’s watching your side profile. You looked tired and defeated. So unlike the confident, dangerous, Y/N Al Ghul at your sisters' mansion. “She loves you, too.”

You smiled before bowing your head and staring at your drink. “I know but she chose you. Every time she goes home, she chose you.” You chugged the vodka in your glass. “When you arrived you asked me if I’m expecting someone else, I’m really not. We had a fight a week ago after I asked what we were doing and she couldn’t answer. She said that I shouldn’t make it harder for her, so I won’t.”

“By taking yourself out of the equation?”

You swivelled around in your chair to look at your blonde visitor. You grinned at her with your cheeks flushed from all the vodka you just consumed. “Exactly,” you declared with a smile.

She thought you’re already tipsy until you downed two more shots like the drink doesn’t burn your throat. Carol spied your glassy eyes when you turned away from her and made a weak display of checking your watch and wiping your eyes, she knew you’re crying.

“Look at that, it’s almost 1AM. Natasha will look for you if you’re gone for too long.” When you look back at her with clear eyes and a smile. “Sorry to cut this short, Captain but I have an early flight to catch in the morning.”

“Oh.” Carol tried to help put away the glassed but you put a hand on her arm, telling her to leave it.

You smiled when you opened the door for the blonde. “I’m glad we did this. You’re not so bad after all.”

You two misjudged each other for the sole reason that you love the same woman and is basically competing for her love and affection, hindering you from trying and wanting to get to know each other on a personal level.

“You too, Y/N.” Carol nibbled at her bottom lip. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank YOU! Thank you for loving her. Tasha deserves someone like you.”

#drabble #mini series #avengers imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x carol danvers #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #scarlett johansson imagine #carol danvers x natasha romanoff

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liberolove · 4 years

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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going.

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied,

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages.

You opened up the first message.

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell.

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons?

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try.

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet.

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him..

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting.

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled.

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings.

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite! I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike.

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered.

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger.

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly.

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

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lilmissbeanie · 3 years

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Navigation Haikyuu Masterlist

Tetsuro Kuroo x F!Reader. Fluffy Word Count ~ 4.3k Happy very late birthday to a dear friend of mine, I hope you had a great day girl!

KozumeKenma is going live!

The girl grinned at the notification that flashed up at the top of the screen of her phone. Her favourite streamer who she had been watching since he started streaming, she had just randomly found him playing some Minecraft years ago and decided to watch, she had been a loyal follower since that day, his streams always made her laugh and she loved how relaxed he was, she would often pop up in the chat, commenting on the game. Kenma had recognised her as one of his top fans, she had VIP status on his streams and he always said hi to her. Y/n had noticed that he was looking a little more run down recently, so she would often pop up telling him to hydrate or go get some food. She often used buying a treat for Kenma through streamer treats and he would often scold her for another pizza or ice cream Sundae, but Y/n knew he didn't mean it especially when it was her favorite pizza, she had been sending water with them too as the boy seemed to live on soft drinks.

Opening her laptop she turned it waiting for it to load up, it usually took a little while now, she needed to get a new one, this one had to be about seven years old now so it was starting to get a little slow now but it still did the job for now anyway. While she waited, her fingers tapped against keyboard on her slightly cracked screen of her phone,

Snowy Bluewolf: Happy wednesday! How are you?

She heard Kenma chuckle, of course she was the first to message the chat. “Hey there, as always you are straight in the chat Wolfie.” Kenma gave a smile seeing her username, Snowy Bluewolf. “I’m good thank you, how is your lock down wednesday going?”

Snowy Bluewolf:: Ah you know the usual, I got out of bed, moved to the couch to play on the ps4 and haven’t moved since unless to get food or another drink.

“Ah, what have you been playing today?”

Snowy Bluewolf: Just some bloodborne, still terrible at the game

He chuckled, “It is a hard game wolfie, the offer still stands, anytime.” She smiled, she had told him she had started playing bloodborne over the lockdown and that she was finding the game incredibly difficult and he had offered to help her out if need be.

Snowy Bluewolf:: I heard orphan is a bitch to beat so I will give that one a few tries and then I may take you up on the offer! Thanks, Kenma!

“Okay, the rest of you, stop being jealous, you all know Wolfie has been here since day one and she is super loyal follower so of course I’m going to talk to her!” Kenma rolled his eyes playfully at the jealous messages in chat, Kenma looked dead in the camera with a playful look in his golden eyes as he teased the rest of his followers “She is also one of my mods so watch it.”

The girl laughed, she had never abused her power as a mod in his discord or in the twitch chat she only kicked those who didn’t obey the rules. She also was friends with Kenma. On discord they were quite good online friends now and they do play games together in private and they do have quite a laugh together.

“Right let’s get on with the stream!” Kenma said getting straight into the game.

Y/n had gotten her laptop all set up and ready now, she lounged out on the sofa, getting comfy for the Animal Crossing New Horizons stream. She would lurk in the chat making sure that everyone was behaving, she rarely had to time out anyone, but she liked to keep an eye making sure everyone is behaving, over the eight years she has been a part of Kenma’s streams and been a mod she had only have to ban about a couple hundred people though she had timed out a lot more than that, she reckons she has hit over the thousands or more.

She smiled as she watched Kenma update his island, trying to make it five stars, he had built his orchard, a zen garden and a flower garden, it was looking quite stunning so far. Had been streaming about an hour and half when she noticed he had yet to have a drink.

Snowy Bluewolf: Oi, Kenma! Hydrate would you, have some H2O smh

“Ergh, Wolfie you are starting to sound like my friend Kuroo.” He sighed, grabbing his water bottle, and having a drink. “Always telling me to drink something...” He tightens the cap on the bottle.

Nekomasbestcaptain: I heard my name? What shit are you saying about me now?

Y/n giggled at the fact his best friend had been lurking in Kenma’s stream this whole time, Y/n knew of Kuroo his best friend but had never spoken to him even as a mod all these years. “Nothing Kuroo, just saying Wolfie is as bad as you, reminding me to hydrate.”

Nekomasbestcaptain: Wolfie? Oh, you mentioned her before. One of your mods, right?

Kenma glanced at the chat quickly, before replying, “Yep.”

Snowy Bluewolf: @Nekomasbestcaptain hi! I am the one making sure he stay’s hydrated and that he eats

Nekomasbestcaptain: @Snowybluewolf haha thanks he does forget like all the time.

For the rest of the stream Kuroo and Y/n chatted and flirted back and forth, Kenma rolling his eyes at his two best friends.

To: Kenma From: Kuroo Sent: 04:14pm Dude, how can I talk to wolfie other than through your streams?

To: Kuroo From: Kenma Sent: 08:17pm Discord.

Kuroo had never downloaded an app so quick in his life, he created his account, got Kenma’s discord tag added to him then begged him to allow him to join his discord server before tracking down Y/n and private messaging her.

The months of lockdown flew past, Y/n and Kuroo bonding over the course of three months, they had gotten to the point they would video call in bed usually with Y/n falling asleep while they chatted which he found super cute.

Nekomasbestcaptain: Hey, Y/n seeing as lockdown is finally over, did you, maybe fancy going for dinner?

Kuroo sat at his desk in his home office as he chewed on his lip as watched her name pop up at the bottom of the chat bar in discord, before disappearing and reappearing again.

Snowy Bluewolf: Sure (*ﾉ▽ﾉ) I would love too. Rather than going out for now, maybe we could have a stay at home dinner, like we each cook a course and share one?

The grin was spread across both their lips as they stared at their phones, the crushes they had developed over the past few months had come clear and they had slyly admitted it to one another and Kenma hated how they were with each other yet loved it cause they both deserved to be happy. Kuroo’s eyes sparkled as he read the message.

Nekomasbestcaptain: Sure, who’s place shall we do it at? I don’t mind travelling to yours.

Snowy Bluewolf: We can do it at my place and I’ll pop out and buy the food for the mains if you don’t me doing that course.

Nekomasbestcaptain: Sounds like a plan. I'll make the starter and we could have a cheese board for dessert?

Snowy Bluewolf: You are talking my language rooster boi! So, friday?

Nekomasbestcaptain: Friday is perfect, 6?

Snowybluewolf: 6 is perfect, I’ll send you my address on friday

Y/n couldn’t help but squeal she had a date with this beautiful man, it may be a home date, but she had a date. Kuroo flopped back in his desk chair, he had done it he had finally asked her out.

Friday rolled around in a flash both arguing over who was buying the cheese, in the end Y/n won to buy the cheese and crackers but Kuroo said he would be buying the wine. Y/n decided to make a sushi from scratch, Y/n wasn’t going to admit it, but she did want to show off a little. She had all the equipment she needs to make sushi at home she had just never used the sushi kit she had brought.

Kuroo had spent days trying to work out what he would make for the starter, he finally decided on tempura. He wanted to make a mix of vegetables and fish. He knocked on her door, with a few bags in hand.

The door opened shortly after, he was met by a h/c haired girl, her e/c eyes peering up at him, with a shy smile on her face, “Hey rooster boy.”

“Hello Chibi-chan,” Since he discovered she was the same height as Kenma he had begun to call her Chibi-chan, he loved how a light blush covered her cheek bones. He smiled at her leaning down pecking her forehead, not chancing more yet seeing as this was the first date. Biting her lip, she stepped back gesturing for him enter, trying not let the blush erupt over her cheeks from the feeling of his lips against her forehead. It was a small innocent gesture that caused goosebumps erupted over her skin as she knew the small peck had a deeper meaning behind it. The pair had become comepletely and utterly smitten with one another.

Showing him into the open plan kitchen sitting room “Can I get you anything to drink?” She asked leaning on the counter, “I brought some wine with me” Kuroo grinned pulling a bottle of wine out of one of the bags. Y/n smiled in return, opening the cupboard by the fridge pulling out to large crystal-clear wine glasses, while opened the bottle with the corkscrew. “What have you planned for starters?”

Tetsu gray orbs met hers as he poured them a glass each, “I was thinking of making Tempura. What are you doing for mains?”

The girl took a sip of the wine and sighed, her eyes widening at the smooth taste coating her tongue and the velvety texture running down her throat, “Well I was goinf to make sushi but I’m thinking screw the starter and mains and let’s just have a cheese and wine night, Tetsu this wine is delicious what is it?”

“Cabinet Sauvignon by a California vineyard called dark horse,” Kuroo swirled the wine in his glass before smirking “and I won’t say no to a cheese night.”

Y/n emptied out the carrier bags taking everything that needed to go in the fridge and placing it there, before giving him a playful look with raised eyebrows at the 3 other bottles of wine she removed from the bags. “Tetsurou are you planning to get me drunk this evening?”

“What?” Elongating the word, “No! Whatever gave you that idea?!” He gasped, placing a hand over his chest struggling to keep the fake offended look on his face, before they both cracked up laughing, the pair relaxing in each other presence for the first time that evening.

“So, cheese and wine night?” The nod of Kuroo’s head joined with the twinkle in his eye was all Y/n need to grab one of her wooden chopping boards, the crackers from the cupboard before she pulled the fridge door open and snatching the selection of cheese, she had brought earlier that day from the fromagerie, the strong-smelling shop contained a wide variety delicious French cheese.

Y/n wasn’t sure what kind of cheese Kuroo would like she got some milder ones as well as some strong ones, the milder ones being those like brie, camembert and cantal, a cheddar like cheese, the stronger ones like Roquefort and stilton. She had gotten quite a mix of hard and soft cheese too. Taking all the cheese out of their respective wrappings before placing them on the wooden board.

Kuroo watched each of her movements carefully from his seat at the breakfast bar, she did everything so gracefully and he was awestruck by how beautiful she was, he already thought she was when they video chatted but seeing her in person was a whole other ball game. He watched as she stood on her tiptoes, reaching into the cupboard to get down two small side plates, her flowing red blouse riding up slight allowing him to catch a glimpse of her smooth looking s/c skin of her waist. The way she bent over as she rummaged through the fridge looking for something, gave him perfect view of her arse in her skin-tight dark blue Levi's over the rim of his wine glass as he took another sip. He glanced away as she straightened up, turning around with some chutneys in hand, making it seem like he was admiring the apartment rather than the owner of it.

“Did up want to sit here or move to the sofa?” She asked gesturing towards the dark blue loveseat with a pair of matching armchairs that was placed opposite a flat screen TV on that was mounted to the wall with a light oak sideboard under it, he could see through the glass of the doors that it contained a PlayStation four, Nintendo switch and a range of games and DVDs, separating the two was a coffee table that matched the sideboard, light oak with a glass top. “Sure, the sofa sounds good.”

Kuroo grabbed the two glasses wine and made his way after y/n to the sofa as she made her way over to the coffee table with the wooden board with the cheese on before they both when to grab the condiments and utensils.

“Hey, google, shuffle wake up and smell the coffee.” Y/n called out to her google home which sat on the side board under the TV.

“Okay, I’ll shuffle the Spotify playlist wake up and smell the coffee.”

The gentle strumming of the guitar of Comethru by Jeremy Zucker played threw the Google home. The pair got comfy on the loveseat, letting the music flow through the apartment, they both snacked on the cheese and biscuits chatting and talking about their days at work. “It’s nice to not having to go into the office that often yet I do procrastinate while I’m at home.”

“Oh god I am just the same and Kenma is not helping when he streams when I am trying to work.” The girl laughed as she sipped at her wine enjoying the smooth texture.

“I have Kenma’s streams playing as background noise these days myself.” Kuroo added with his own deep chuckle as he watched the girl drink her wine and the way the tip of her tongue darted out over red full lips, temptated to kiss them to discover how soft they are , “This one is nice.” Kuroo said grabbing another cracker with some brie with the fig chutney, Y/n hummed agreeingly in response as she had her own mouthful of blue cheese and cracker, taking a sip of her wine before responding, “The fig chutney does go well with brie, try the blue cheese with a sip of wine.”

He did as she suggested and his eyes widened at the mixture of mouth-watering tastes, “damn that’s good.” He grabbed another chunk of the blue cheese, placing it on his plate and grabbed another cracker. The cheese board didn’t last long between them even with the six different cheeses they keep eating until there wasn’t even a crumb left.

“Whoa, I’m stuffed.” Kuroo sighed as he flopped back on the cushions of the sofa, they had finished a bottle of wine and began the next. Copying his movement, Y/n made herself comfy on sofa, the music still softly playing in the background, 1994 by Alec Benjamine harmony filled the room. “God, I love cheese nights.”

“I have decided, this,” He gestured to the empty plates, board and the bottles wine “Shall become our first tradition. We will have regular cheese nights.” Kuroo said, nodding in agreement with his own decision with a proud smile. A gentle smile crossed her rosy lips again, the look in her jewel-like eyes holding a matching look, nodding in agreement with his idea. Their first tradition, Y/n was filled with giddiness and tried not to squeal at the fact he wanted to start making traditions with her, “I’d like that.”

His grey eyes watching as she curled her legs up under herself, her left elbow resting on the back of the couch, her chin resting on her on the palm of that hand and in her right hand held the wine glass which rested on her knee. The small ball jumping up on the sofa between them broke him out of his trance of checking her out. His eyes landed on the black kitten whose large blue eyes were briming with curiosity. “Oh, there you are Luddy.” Sitting up slightly, the h/c leaned forward enough to gently pet the kitten, the second Y/n fingers met the top of his head, Luddy began to purr, his blue eyes closing in contentment.

“Did you have a nice sleep baby?” Y/n cooed to the bundle of fur starching behind his ear making him lean into his touch, Kuroo was in awe as he watched her coo over the small creature. “Do you want some dreamies?” The kittens eyes seem to fly open at the word dreamies as if he understood what his own had said, he looked at her and gave her a small meow. Y/n giggled placing her glass down on the coaster before standing up.

“Okay you make friends with Tetsu while I grab the dreamies.” Starching the back of Luddy’s head, Y/n gathered up the plates and knifes an placed them on the wooden board along with the chutneys and taking them to the kitchen, leaving Kuroo and a kitten staring at one another, molten grey eyes staring into inquisitive sapphire blue ones. In the background you could hear dishwasher being loaded and the opening and closing of cupboards as Kuroo gently reached a handout allowing the small cat to sniff his calloused fingers, from all those years playing volleyball, before Luddy rubbing up against the man's large hands purring, he stood up walking over to Kuroo sitting down on his lap, allowing Kuroo to continue to pet him, purring happily at the affection. Y/n watched the interaction from the kitchen smiling, before shaking the bag of dreamies, causing Luddy’s ears to prick up and turn to look where the sound came from, he jumped over the back of the sofa trotting his way towards the sound of the treats. Kuroo watched as Y/n opened a ball with a few holes in it, pouring the treats in, shutting it and placing it on the floor for Luddy who ran up to it and batted the ball across the room causing the treats to fall out of the holes. Y/n walked back over to the sofa, grabbed her glass of wine off the table, taking a seat next to Kuroo, whose arm was resting across the back of the sofa, where she was sat it looked like it was placed around her shoulders. Trying his luck, he placed it around her shoulder and tugged her into his side, “Come ‘ere.” To which she responded to his tug by curling into his side, head resting on his chest while he drew gentle circles on her shoulder happily relaxing into the sofa with her curled up to him.

It was peaceful as the pair led there on the sofa curled into one another, the only sound in the room was Luddy’s ball rolling around and the music still quietly playing, “This is nice Tetsu,” Humming in agreement, he kissed the top of her head allowing his lips to linger inhaling in her soft scented shampoo. He could get used to this, ruining the perfect scene was a loud ringtone going off.

"Is Kenma really streaming at this time?” The girl sighed untangling herself from Kuroo to get her phone from the kitchen counter where she had left at the start of the evening. “Ya know, he only lives around the corner,” Y/n turned to look at Kuroo confusingly as her eyes met with his that held a mischievous glint, “and I have a key.”

Y/n confusion turned into a smirk as she caught onto what Tetsuro was planning, her eyes brighten up and nodded in excitement, this would be the first time she was meeting her favourite streamer and she would gate crashing his apartment with his best friend. “Can we stop and buy food and drinks for him? I bet he hasn’t eaten.”

Kuroo couldn’t help but be just as enthusiastic as her, seeing her excited was contagious and made him just as excited. “Of course, we can” He smiled pulling on his shoes and jacket as Y/n did the same. “Luddy be good while we’re gone. Mummy loves you baby.” She blew a kiss towards the kitten who was sat on the sofa looking at the pair with a bored look in his eyes as they stepped out of Y/n apartment door. They made their way to local convenience store fingers entwined together as they searched for Kenma’s favourite soft drink and a few bottles of water before going to the pizza takeaway and order the largest pizza they could with Kenma’s favourite toppings. Y/n couldn’t believe how close they lived together, Kenma live barely 2 streets over, they had the same local takeaways and supermarkets she was surprised they had never bumped into one another before.

Kuroo entered the code to Kenma’s apartment building, saying hi to the kind looking receptionist who knew him very well with how often he visits his best friend, Y/n sent a wave to the lady behind the desk who returned it with a smile. “Back to see Kenma I see Kuroo, and who is this?”

“Hi, yep!” He popped the p “This is Y/n she is my girlfriend and actually I met her through Kenma streams she’s one of his mods and he decided to stream during out first date so we thought we would come and crash his stream” The lady giggled and nodded, noticing the blush that exploded over h/c girls cheeks as she heard Kuroo tell the receptionist that she was his girlfriend. “Pleasure to meet you Y/n have fun crashing his stream.”

“pleasure to meet you too. And thank you we shall.” The girl replied with a smile as Kuroo tugged on their entwined hands towards the elevator, he hit the button for the eighth floor and watching the doors close as the pair made their way up to his floor, Kuroo fished his set of keys out of his pocket, “So we’re going to sneak in and sneak to his stream room and throw the door open and yell at him to hydrate right?”

“That’s the plan.” The girl nodded bouncing on the balls of her feet. She was so excited to do this. The bell ding in the elevator signalling they had arrived at the eighth floor, stepping out the made in along to apartment 803, Y/n took the carrier bag from Kuroo’s hand as he slipped the key into the lock carefully turning it to unlock the door quietly, they slipped inside stylish modern apartment, they both took there shoes and jackets off, placing the bottles of water and one of his soft drink bottles on the counter, before sneaking there way towards Kenma’s stream room.

Showing three fingers Y/n began the silent countdown, She knew the whole stream would see this as Kenma had recently moved his stream room around so his back was now facing the door.

3...

2...

1...

Kuroo threw the door open “YO KENMA! HYDRATE!” The pair yelled at the same time, they watched as the streamer jumped five foot in air out of fright and the stream chat was moving at a mile a second asking what was going on. Kenma pulled his cat ear headphones off his head placing them down on his desk slowly turning around in his desk chair to find Kuroo leaning against the door frame one arm around his date and in his other hand was his Kenma’s drink while Y/n was snuggled into his side with the pizza box in hand. Both of their face held large cheeky grins.

“Kuroo? Wolfie?” He questioned, Kuroo was the first to speak between the couple, “This what you get for crashing our date with your stream”

“Oh, so now I have to plan my streams around your dates?” Kenma sassed them. The h/c cocked an eyebrow before replying, “Yep, you do.”

Kenma laughed at her response, watching as the pair stepped into the room, Y/n thrust the pizza box into his hands “bet you haven’t eaten yet tonight so here it’s your favourite.” Before she pushed his chair with him in it out of the way and crouching down to be eye level with the webcam seeing herself in the video, of the stream managers on Kenma’s second monitor, “Hey chat! It’s me, Wolfie! You best be all behaving while I am not there to mod you” She winked into the camera, noticing Kuroo making his way over to her kneeling down behind her, he was still taller than her, he placed his chin on his head, reading what the chat was saying.

It was exploding with laughter over how they made an entrance, to how pretty Wolfie is and how handsome Kuroo was. “He is handsome isn’t he but hands off he’s mine.” Y/n replied sticking her tongue out at the chat.

“This gorgeous girl is mine so back off lads I can see yall eyeing her up.” Kuroo growled out playfully.

Kenma just sat in his chair chopping happily on his pizza while shaking his head at his two best friends who had just stolen all the limelight of his stream, which had gone from a Bloodborne stream to just chatting in a matter of seconds, with a gentle smile on his face glad they were happy together.

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The President’s Son [12]

Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13

➜ Words: 4.2k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Slice of Life, Bodyguard!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

“Are you going to miss me?” Taehyung trails after you with timid steps, his face melted into an exaggerated pout and puppy dog eyes glistening in the light. You keep walking ahead without stopping, not paying any mind to him. “No.” “Wow, that hurts, dumbo.” “It’s only a day, Taehyung.” While you don’t care much for taking an entire day off, you’d like to think you deserve it. After being on duty for a full two weeks, day after day since the rest of the team was busy with a foreign minister visiting the country, you’re finally getting a chance to breathe and worry about things that don’t involve Taehyung. It’s a break you’ll enjoy, to say the least. “But I’ll miss you.” He’s being clingy and you suspect it’s just to irritate you. So you ignore him completely and giggles bubble up his throat. “What are your plans, Miss Bodyguard? You only get one day free from me.” “How unfortunate.” “Hey!” His protest is disregarded and you consider what your plans are with a sigh. “I don’t know. Sleep. Eat. Probably go to the gym to work out or to the dojo to watch the students and maybe practice.” “Still doing work on your day off?” He lolls his head to the side, clicking his tongue as if to scold you. “You should rest up. I’ll make sure your daily workout is included in your job, don’t worry. You can always chase me while I ride my bike — that’s always a fun game to play.” “No thanks.” You continue to walk ahead, making large strides and Taehyung breaks out into a light jog to keep up. There’s a few seconds of silence before a thought flickers into your mind, making your eyes light up. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” “What?” Without thinking, you mindlessly reveal, “I’m going out for a drink with Jin in the evening.” “Wait, what?” Taehyung’s hand reaches out to grab your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. You glare down at where he touches you, surprisingly never flinching, and he doesn’t let go. “You’re going out with Jin?” You meet his eyes. “He invited me.” “So...it’s just going to be the two of you?” “Yeah. It’s been a while.” “Huh.” Your brow quirks. “Is there an issue?” “Not really,” he mutters and continues walking, causing you to play catch up as he once followed you. You’re not one to get excited about things. From a young age, you were taught not to bring your hopes up for the sake of preventing disappointment. Many matters in life are futile anyways and at this point, it’s intrinsic in you to remain calm and composed at all times. But it proves difficult to hide your eagerness this time. It’s been a long time since you’ve caught up with Seokjin or even shared a drink with him. He’s an upperclassman you’ve always respected and admired. You should’ve done this a long time ago, but the timing was never right. This time when he asked you, you agreed, promising that you’d never reject his offer twice. You make sure you look presentable, but not overdressed. If you came in the usual suit, he’d scold you for being overly professional and even distant. So you opt for jeans, a white blouse, and a blazer. It’s something a passing business student wore and you figure it’s both refined and casual enough. You make sure to check twice in the mirror before leaving. The corner of your lips quirk as you walk down the street, wobbling in the black heels you bought and saved for special occasions. It’s the only pair you have and you pulled them out for the first time. You’ve yet to break into them and it’s difficult to find balance when you’re used to loafers and sneakers, but you manage with a good amount of concentration and your breath held steady. “Why are you smiling?” You stop in the middle of the city sidewalk at the familiar voice. Your eyes lift from the pavement in front of you to the person standing in your way. Kim Taehyung has his arms crossed. The reaction is instant. “What are you doing here?” Your mouth falls, pulling into a straight line. Your face dims. Your expression glazes over, becoming blank, impassive, empty. He continues to stare at you. His feet are shoulder-width apart, standing square with his head held high and eyes sweeping your frame like he’s caught you sneaking out in the middle of the night. He’s dressed in sweatpants and his university hoodie, the institution name slapped across his chest. Jimin also stands behind him off to the side, timid with his downcast head, unspoken apologies practically rippling off his body, a puppy who’s scared of getting in trouble. Then, Taehyung’s thin lips part and he announces, “I was craving sushi. Heard this place was good. I didn’t know I’d run into you here.” “Huh. What a coincidence.” “I know right.” Taehyung grins brightly, eyes crinkling in a way that’s overly charming. He looks over his shoulder. “C’mon Jimin, let’s go.” The college boy struts into the bustling restaurant and his bodyguard holds the door open for you, murmuring your name. You acknowledge Jimin before walking up to the waitress giving a warm welcome and asking you how large the party is. “Actually there’s a reservation. It should be under the name Kim Seokjin…” You look around, trying to peek to see if he’s here yet. The waitress hums, instantly knowing which way to go, but Taehyung stops you. “Let me join, dumbo. It’s more convenient that way. It might take a while to get a table since it’s so busy and I’m starving,” he tries to reason, eyes hopeful as they glimmer in the low lights of the restaurant. The prolonged silence makes him add unnecessary explanations. “I promise I’ll eat and get out as soon as possible, so you can enjoy the rest of the night. I won’t even make a peep. You won’t know I’m there.” “I can’t watch you, Taehyung,” you tell him shortly. “I’m off duty here.” “That’s what he’s for.” The boy hitches a thumb over his shoulder to Jimin and then he scoffs, “I know you’re not working.” There’s another moment of silence. You look over at Jimin who seems to neither protest nor advocate for him. Then you look over at Taehyung and all he needs is to do is bat his lashes and give another sweet ‘please’ before you’re reluctantly giving in. He ends up trailing behind you with a skip in his step. The door slides open and the man sitting on the floor with the table in front of him smiles. “There you are, chickpea! Thought you would leave me waiting for the next five years!” Seokjin’s appearance is casual, his hair simply brushed after a shower, without any suit and tie or earpiece. He’s dressed in a black slacks and a cozy, green sweater that you’re tempted to sink your hands into. He reminds you of a student at the university, but more mature and reliable. You give a meek smile. “I’m sorry.” “I’m just kidding, kiddo.” He laughs. “I would wait for you as long as I need to.” It’s unfortunate that you can’t reciprocate his warm greeting wholeheartedly, not while entering the room, the door widens and a certain someone is poking his head in. “This is a nice place, huh?” Jin sets his glass of water down, pleasantly surprised by the uninvited guest. “Mr. Kim?” “It’s Taehyung,” he corrects and brushes past you, taking a seat across from Seokjin in the private room. “I’m sorry. I….ran into him before coming here.” It was meant to be a private affair between you and him, an opportunity to talk without any interruption. Now that there was an extra person in the room, it shifted the dynamics and you couldn’t help but sigh. Jimin nods his head, standing outside the room, hands clasped in front of the midsection. Your eyes acknowledge him before sliding the door closed. “Nah, it’s fine. The more the merrier as they say.” “I hope your wallet has the same sentiment,” Taehyung mumbles, vigorously flipping through the menu. “Taehyung,” you scold him in a low tone while Seokjin laughs. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll treat you too.” The younger boy has his eyes narrowed as he stares up at the male. He debates telling him ‘no thanks’ and that he doesn’t need it, but Taehyung ultimately decides to say, “I won’t hold back then.” The tension in the air is electrifying. It’s going to be one long night. // Kim Taehyung orders a whole sushi boat to himself, fresh sashimi and tempura all for himself while you order a few appetizers to share with Seokjin. Drinks are ordered as well as you chat to Seokjin and true to his word, Taehyung doesn’t speak a single syllable. He seems to be watching. Eventually, the waitress comes by with your drinks and after thanking her, Seokjin pours you one. “I was really surprised when you told me you were in the police force,” he says. “But you must’ve been really good to rise up in the ranks so quickly.” “Well….” Your smile is lopsided and your playful shrug attempts to be nonchalant. “I wasn’t half-bad.” “Ooh.” He laughs and clinks his glass with yours. “Is that cockiness I see from Y/N?” “I’m just being honest,” you quip while shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The older man grins, eyes crinkled, wrinkles creasing around his mouth. “I love the confidence.” Your cheeks feel warm despite not having taken a single sip of your drink. On the thought, your hand grips the glass tighter, about to bring it to the seams of your lips. But suddenly, you’re stopped. Taehyung, beside you, has his hand plopped on top of the rim. You turn to look at him, glaring slightly. He smiles at you. “Let me drink it.” Without being able to say otherwise, he takes it from you, downing it one go. His brows seem to twitch and he finishes within seconds, exhaling. “Can you even drink?” He scoffs. “Of course I can. Pour me another.” Taehyung’s arm extends across the table and when you look over, Seokjin wears an impressed expression, pouring another. “You’re not drinking for me, right?” you murmur to him, trying to stop it at once if he’s trying to show off. After all, your own drinking tolerance is one of steel, high enough that you don’t feel a single thing after numerous shots. You have an inkling that Taehyung, on the other hand, can’t hold his liquor whatsoever — and the evidence comes from stories told by Jungkook. “I’m just trying to have a good old time, dumbo. You don’t have to worry about me so much.” There’s a second before you lean away, giving into his persistent will. “Alright then.” The drink ends up stolen away from you and you’re more sober than you’d like to be. You’d grab the waitress for another glass, but Taehyung insists someone remain sober in case something happens and while you’d vouch Jimin could technically handle all three of you, there’s no arguing when Seokjin agrees. The two men drink with each other to an oblivion. It’s almost a competition with no one stopping, with no end in sight. “I just thought you’d end up going to the army or the marines. Wasn’t that what you told me you wanted to do during junior high?” “Yeah, something like that,” you say, “I thought I’d try going to apply for the police academy before that and I managed to get in. The army is what…..my dad wanted.” Jin hums, turning the glass in his hands. “Chief’s proud of you either way. I can tell.” There’s a sudden itch to drink or to change the topic. But there’s no need to divert when Taehyung spontaneously inhales, nodding towards the male across from him. “Pour me another one, old man.” “I’m only four years older than you.” Jin laughs, but compiles anyhow even though Taehyung should be the one pouring for the most senior person in the room. “So can you keep up or not?” He chuckles. “I still got some youth in me, don’t worry.” “I wasn’t.” Their glasses clink together. “No one goes home sober tonight.” “Deal.” Except you. It feels like you’ve faded into the background, becoming wallpaper as the conversation begins to revolve around them both and you’re left leaning your chin in your hand, elbow to the table, dejected without any intoxication running through your veins like you intended. “But why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about having a drink with me?” “Why not?” “Fair enough,” Seokjin muses. “Guess we all have our own troubles.” “What’s yours?” “Just the business and hecticness of work, feeling like time’s passed too quickly, that I’ve aged so much and didn’t even realize it. I wanted to catch and reminisce.” Jin smiles your way before sipping on his drink and turns to face Taehyung. “What about you? What are your troubles?” There’s an extended moment of silence. Taehyung drinks and shifts to stare at you. You don’t understand why he’s looking at you like that, but before you can decipher what it means, he tears his eyes away from you with a drawn out sigh. “Everything.” Seokjin laughs, in a way that acknowledges his answer, not one made of malice. “Touché. As cushy as your life seems, Taehyung, I know it must be suffocating.” The younger scoffs and rolls his eyes. “That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.” His head falls to his own shoulder, becoming sleepy and tired at once as the drink begins to settle inside him. Seokjin doesn’t think much about it and pours Taehyung and himself another one. The atmosphere is no longer as awkward as it used to be, dissolving with their defenses. In this very moment, they’ve become equals. “Why is it so damn difficult to be normal and do mundane shit?” “It’s because you’re not normal. You’re the President’s son.” “Yeah, but it’s a title I didn’t ask for.” Taehyung downs his drink, neck snapping back as he does so and he allows the glass to bang against the wooden table once he’s finished. “I just...want to go to school normally and not have to be followed by people or be watched all the time. I want….normal relationships. I want...not this.” “Eventually,” Seokjin tells him and Taehyung lifts his head. Their eyes meet each other’s. “This will only last for so long. Soon enough things will go back to normal.” “Yeah.” A puff of air leaves Taehyung’s nose and he smiles to himself, a smile tinged with sadness. “But it seems so far away. And even when it’s over, it’ll never be the same. Is it...is it bad I hope my old man doesn’t go for another round? I really hope he loses if he decides to run again.” “It’s not bad.” Seokjin refills another glass. The bottle finishes but Jin quickly opens another one, hitting the cap against the rim of the table before you can object to it. “If we weren’t selfish, I don’t think we could ever take control of our lives. Have you ever thought of moving abroad?” “I don’t know. Maybe. But there’s nothing for me if I go and I’m scared...they’ll be nothing when I come back.” You gaze at the profile of Taehyung’s face, eyes running along his full lashes, the smooth slope of his nose to his pouty lips that naturally seem to downturn. Seokjin seems to be stunned momentarily too, the sadness and loneliness tangible. Taehyung exposes his vulnerabilities, but it isn’t showing his weaknesses — it shows bravery. “I’m envious of you,” he continues, words beginning to slur, blinking with heavy lids. Seokjin smiles, softening around the edges and speaking with a care you recognize that he only offers to close friends. “Why me?” “Because you can leave here without anyone knowing who you are. Because you’re normal. Because you’re successful in your passion….and people like you. Important people...like you.” And Taehyung doesn’t mean people of prestige or status. “I’m jealous.” Jin personally pours him another, reaching over the table and Taehyung takes it graciously. “If it means anything, I’m jealous of you too, Tae. You’re a lot more courageous and honest than I can be. And you have a lot of potential to do and be whatever you want. It wasn’t like that for me. But I have full confidence you’ll achieve what you want if you work hard enough. You just gotta get there, but it’ll come if you keep going.” He exhales with another smile. It’s reserved, but genuine. “Thanks.” // Midnight arrives with ten empty bottles discarded by the side and you put an end to this shenanigans, having enough. Taehyung’s face is planted on the table, snoring, and while Seokjin is calmer, he’s giggly and pulls out three different cards to pay — the waitress takes a random one. Farewells are bid and Jimin comes to collect Taehyung, but the latter whines and moans that he wants you instead. One good look of him and you give in. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jimin asks in concern. “I’m fine. I’ll just tuck him in for the night before heading home. Make sure Jin gets home safely, okay?” “I’mma be okay, chickpea.” Seokjin grins easily, walking over and engulfing you in a hug. You’re suddenly surrounded in his scent, his broad shoulders, and your heart stutters in your chest. “See you tomorrow, mmkay? M-mak-ke sure you get home soon. Gonna be late for school! Your dad’s gonna make you run laps again ‘round the dojo!” You smile, patting his back once. “I don’t go to school anymore, Jin.” “Heeey!” Taehyung’s arm lifts and he stumbles over, only to fall asleep halfway. He’s shaken awake again when Jimin re-adjusts, having to shoulder his weight. “D-Don’t touch heeeer.” A drawn out exhale pulls from your lungs. The two men are switched. Jimin shoves the team leader into the back of the car and you insist you’re able to take Taehyung back on your own considering the apartment is only a few blocks away and you want to make sure Jin gets back as soon as possible. Taehyung’s also moaning about how he doesn’t want to go to the Blue House and the last thing you need is to fight against drunk Taehyung. It takes a minute and you watch them go, taxi turning the corner before you walk in front of Taehyung with your back turned to his front. With your knees bent, he gets the cue and happily hops on for a piggyback ride. He giggles giddily. “So soft, dumbo.” “Uh-huh.” Taehyung isn’t heavy — the issue is that he’s taller than you. His limbs are long, and his toes end at your ankles, but luckily they don’t drag on the ground. The other issue is how your feet ache in the thin heels. It causes you to wobble and waver from side to side of the sidewalk. You end up catching yourself on the brick wall, regaining balance before continuing down the empty street. “Ain’t the guy ‘pposed to carry the girl?” “Who says?” “I dunno. Movies.” Taehyung snuggles closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and his blonde hairs tickle your skin. “You smell nice.” “Weren’t you sleepy, Taehyung?” “No~” He sings with more laughter and leans into you. Your feet lurch, curse spilling underneath your breath and you stop for a second to bounce him on your back and get a better grip around his thighs. His arms stay locked in front of your neck. “’m sorry” “For?” “For botherin’ you on your day off, I know you wanted to be alone or with Jin and not see me and I wasn’ invited, but showed up and probably pissed you off, don’t be mad.” “It’s okay. I missed you.” “Really?” Taehyung’s slurred words spill of innocent hopefulness, head lifting slightly off your shoulder. You smile, eyes pinned ahead of the road, bathed in the orange light as you pass beneath streetlamps, listening to the car engines and motorcycles riding off in the distance. It’s serene and you bask in the way the breeze cools the heat of your cheeks. “Yeah.” “You’re not lying? Promise?” “I promise, Taehyung. Why would I lie?” “Cause I always piss you off — you hate me.” “I don’t hate you.” It goes quiet and you suppose he’s finally fallen asleep, but then Taehyung pipes up with a groan and mumble, “Wish you’d smile at me like that.” “Like what?” There’s no point in conversing with an intoxicated individual. You’re wasting your energy, but your curiosity has been piqued and you want to see what Taehyung without any true inhibitions is like. He ignores your question. “You never smile at me like that. You always look so upset when you look at me. When you look at me….when you look at me…...you’re never ever happy.” Kim Taehyung hugs your backside. You’ve finally found your balance, discounting the blisters forming on your toes and the pain of your heel, continuing forward. He speaks again, “’m sorry for bullying you.” The corner of your mouth tugs. “It’s not a big deal.” “‘ssa big deal to me. I was mean and a brat and annoying but you still put up with me when I know you didn’t wanna just cause your dad told you to, but you never told on me or fought back or yelled at me so, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It never bothered me, Taehyung.” “What’ll happen when you’re not my bodyguard anymore? Cause Jin’s right, y’know? One day I won’t be the President’s son no more, what will happen to you? Where will you go? Are you gonna go back to the police force or join the army or do MMA fighting? You’re strong enough to do whatever you wanna do.” You hold back the laughter that tickles up your throat. “I don’t know yet.” “Can I stay with you then?” he asks in a voice too timid to be the Taehyung that you know. “If I gotta workout or join the army too, I’ll do it. We can be bunkmates — or if you need me to go to the gym, I’ll do it.” Taehyung can’t see it — he can’t see how he’s made you smile. And it’s in a way that’s too genuine from what you’re used to showing. But you’ve softened with his sweet words, overwhelmed by his innocent truths spurred on by the liquid courage. “Why would you want to come with me?” “Cause I was lonely without you. I don’t want you to go.” “You can always make friends, Taehyung. You don’t need me.” “But I want you. I want you, I want you so bad,” he sobs like the words are clogging in his mouth, frustrated he can’t explain, voice husky around the edges yet tender as they’re only meant for your ears to hear. “I can’t find another one of you out there. There’s only one you. One Y/N. One dumbo. I can make friends, but no one’s gonna take your place ever.” A long sigh leaves the seams of your lips. You glance up at the night sky, feeling a sense of melancholy. The boy on your back is a friend, someone who considers you family, and you were cruel enough to ignore that. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch, Taehyung.” “You shoulda taken me with you.” “I couldn’t have.” “I know…..” Taehyung’s talkative nature simmers down into sleepy mumbles. He takes a deep inhale, filling his chest before his words become completely incoherent. You enter his apartment complex, the lobby man recognizing you and allowing you to pass with a nod and a sympathetic smile. The elevator takes you up to the twenty first floor and you open the door at the end of the hall, entering the living space and slipping off your heels. Instantly, your feet are soothed against the cool floorboards and you make your way to his bedroom, throwing Taehyung off your back and onto his cold bed. He groans tiredly and you take off his shoes before pulling the blanket up and tucking him in. You stare at the boy for a long second. His hair is sprawled against his pillows, a few strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. His brows seem to furrow in his sleep. Happy go lucky Taehyung isn’t so happy underneath it all and while you were aware of it, you severely underestimated him. You treated him like a child when he was hurting inside, and while he doesn’t know it, you’re the one who feels more apologetic towards him. But you appreciate that he’s made amends in the past, that he remembers and never forgot. With the smallest of smiles, you flicker the lights off, shutting the door quietly without hearing him mutter your name to stay.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung #oof one of my favourite chapters tbh

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bluespiderlilies · 5 years

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Reincarnation | Hashibira Inosuke

⟵ previous (chapter seven). current (chapter eight). next (chapter nine). ⟶

❝she stumbled. she fell. she rose. she dragged him down with bloodstained hands.❞

— then she took the throne and wiped her hands clean (syeda n.)

“Caw! Your letters are here!”

You furrowed your brows at the sound of Kemuri’s high-pitched screech, muttering profanities as you placed your arm over your eyes. However, you felt the folded papers fall onto your face, causing you to clench the blanket before getting up.

“Kemuri,” you hissed, rubbing your eyes. “Keep it down. There’s another person in here, you know.”

She merely cocked her head at you before flying out of the window.

“She’s so spoiled. I should’ve never given her so many treats.” You muttered, gathering the letters before walking over the chabudai table.

You looked over at Inosuke, who was sleeping soundly—well, with an exception of a couple snores here and there. It was cute.

Shit. What is wrong with you? You keep calling Inosuke cute.

I mean, not like he isn’t, or anything…

You blinked rapidly.

Shut the fuck up, me. And read the letters.

You sighed, pursing your lips as you unfolded the letter, eyes skimming over the ink kanji.

‘You broke your sword already?! This is why I hate young people like you being my clients! Breaking my fucking swords that I’ve worked so hard on! Bitch! I’m gonna kill you when I see you!

(Name)-chan, I apologize for Hotaru’s behavior. As usual, he’s throwing tantrums like the man-child he is. However, I will reassure you that he will deliver your sword by noon or later. I hope you are safe,

Chief of Village,

Tecchikawahra.’

“Man-child…” You muttered, stifling a laugh. You folded the letter neatly and placed it to the side, opening Shiori’s letter.

‘(Name),

I’m glad you are doing well so far. You even made a new friend outside of the village, so I’m proud of you for that. I know being social is not your strength, but it is good to know that you are trying.

Please, as much as you can, take care of your injuries. I know you have the habit of trying to ignore and suppress the pain as long as you can, but you know it makes it worse. For me.

That reminds me, Hideyoshi wanted me to tell you that he misses you and wants to see you back in the village soon. Mostly since he wants to play hanafuda and shogi with you. But I know that’s a lie since he doesn’t want to admit he sees you as a sister.

I also want to see you again soon. Because I miss you and I need to talk to you about your sword in person.

Stay safe,

Shiori.’

You bit your lip, looking over the ink kanji on the mulberry paper. The sword, again…? What is so special about it? It really confuses you.

With a sigh, you place the letters to the side before getting up. You looked over at Inosuke, who was sleeping—with the occasional snore here and there. Raising a hand, you were about to brush his hair out of his face when the shoji suddenly slid open, causing you to jump out of surprise and retract your hand quickly.

“Good morning! You’re awake?” Kotone beamed, placing her hands behind her back.

“Yes, good morning. Do you need help with preparing breakfast?” You replied, bowing your head politely.

Kotone shook her head. “No, no! It’s already done. Why don’t you wake up Inosuke and join us? We’ll wait for you.”

You nodded, watching her leave the room as her light footsteps grew faint. Once again, your attention shifted over to Inosuke, who stirred slightly in his sleep.

“Inosuke, wake up. Breakfast is ready. If you don’t, I’ll eat everything.”

“Hah?! Yeah, right, woman!” Inosuke shouted, springing up from the bed in a rage. He sped past you, opening the shoji and to the irori.

You almost wanted to snort. Indeed, it was amusing to see him get so riled up over food. It reminded you so much of Hideyoshi and Akane—Akane being another woman you spend your time often, and was older than you by three years. Despite the age difference, the two of you get along with each other quite well.

You miss the village so much—it was shocking to say when you first arrived, you didn’t trust a single person. But now? You were well acquainted with them; but still has trouble socializing with people outside of the village, just like what Shiori had mentioned…

A sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, getting rid of the sad thoughts swirling inside of your mind. You exited your room, closing the shoji behind you and headed to the irori. Just like you had expected, Inosuke was eating as if it were his last meal and the twin women were bickering quietly as they sipped on their green tea.

“Good morning, Kohana.” You greeted, bowing politely beside taking a seat beside Inosuke. She spared a glance, acknowledging your greeting before going back to fighting with her twin.

Indeed, those two were quite peculiar.

Of course, probably not as much as the teen beside you.

“Inosuke, maybe you should try eating with your chopsticks.” You suggested, pointing towards the unused chopsticks laying beside his bowl of rice.

“Huh? I don’t need them! Eating with my hands is faster!” He argued, shoving a bunch of tempura into his mouth.

“…alright, then.” You shrugged, paying no mind to his eating habits anymore. Who are you to tell him how to eat? Although it is improper, you aren’t the type of person to be so forceful unless necessary.

“(Name), aren’t you getting your sword soon?” Kotone spoke up, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“Yes. Around noon or later. Why?” You said, bringing the sushi up to your lips.

She waved you off. “Nothing, nothing. I was just wondering. What’s the color of your sword?”

“A mauve-violet.”

She raised a brow. “Oh? Your Breath?”

About to open your mouth to answer her, the familiar, faint sound of wind chimes tinkling entering your ears. You immediately excused yourself, getting up from your spot and towards the front entrance of the Wisteria Household.

“Haganezuka.” You spoke, eyes meeting his mask.

“Katana Breaker.” He growled, stopping in front of you. He raised a finger and flicked your forehead harshly, causing you to hiss out of pain.

“Just give me my sword, please.” You sighed, rubbing the spot where he had flicked you.

“You don’t deserve it.” The man complained, opening the box before he handed over the sheath

“Oh, I know. But I might as well make use of it, no?” You replied, gently taking the sheath from him.

Haganezuka clicked his tongue. He didn’t actually mean it, of course—but you took him seriously. It caught him off guard—yet, in a way, it wasn’t surprising; that’s just how are you are.

You thanked him, bowing out of gratitude before he turned around and left. You looked at the sheath before entering the house once again.

You like Haganezuka—truly, you do, despite his overexessive personality; you admire his passion for swordsmithing, and the amount of hard work and determination he puts in it as well.

His death threats were sort of sad, though. Maybe you could teach him how to threaten others properly.

You stifled a laugh at the thought as you made your way to the to the irori. If Shiori caught you doing that, she’d give you the silent treatment.

“Sorry for suddenly disappearing. My swordsmith came.” You apologized, holding up the sheath to show them that, indeed, Haganezuka had come to give you your sword.

Kotone smiled. “Don’t worry! Do you still want to eat?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s—”

“Caw! Mission in the South! Caw!” Your crow suddenly announced, entering the irori through the window.

You clenched your jaw. Just what was with today, people cutting you off constantly?

“Oh, is that so? Do you have any more details, Kemuri?” You smiled sweetly, grip tightening around the scabbard.

Kemuri let out a stuttering caw before answering. “A house on a mountain where several demons live and devour humans.”

You hummed in response, looking over at Inosuke. “I suppose we should go soon, then. Right, Inosuke?”

The boy merely spared you a glance before continuing to eat.

You grimaced. It was going to be a long day for you, wasn’t it?

∞

“Ah, I think this is the house.” You pointed out, eyes looking over the typical, traditional Japanese house as you approached it.

“I can sense lots of demons in there! I’m going in!” Inosuke declared, steam exiting through the nostrils of his mask before he broke into a sprint towards the house.

“Hey, wait!” You shouted; however, it was too late—he had already entered the house.

“Ugh, fuck. If he dies, it’s not my fault.” You muttered bitterly, jaw clenched as you walked towards the house. However, what caught your attention was two children sitting outside near the bushes, hugging each other and sobbing into one another’s arms.

What the hell?

“Hello…?” You greeted tentatively, standing in front of the younger children.

“Wh-who are yo-you?” The boy stuttered, sniffing as he tried to wipe his tears.

“A demon slayer,” you answered, looking over at them. Clearly, these two were siblings—their faces very much alike, especially their amber colored eyes; they held emotions of fright, anxiety, and concern.

Concern? Hm.

“Are you lost? Separated from someone?” You asked, tilting your head out of curiosity.

“Our br-brother,” the younger girl sniffed, “h-he’s in there. A de-demon took him!”

You nodded. “I see. I’ll try my best to retrieve him. Stay put.”

“Okay.” The boy replied in a small voice, tightening his grip on his sister’s body.

You couldn’t help but let your mind become consumed by negative thoughts; by now, their brother is probably dead. How could he survive in a house full of demons, unless he had some sort of skill or ability?

Though faint, the metallic scent of blood was evident as you neared the entrance of the house; your sense of smell wasn’t the sharpest, but you could still pick up on such things. That sense, however, that was the sharpest was your intuition—it was almost never wrong.

Only once had you been fooled.

You bit the insides of your cheek, closing your eyes and took a deep breath. With that, you opened your eyes, clearing your mind riddled with your disturbing thoughts before you entered the house. Venturing further into the structure, it was made up of multiple rooms and corridors—it reminded you of a maze, almost.

Deciding to not waste any more time, you picked up your speed, dashing through the rooms and hallways. However, at the sound of a beat of a drum, the rooms shifted and turned—you cursed quietly, maintaining your balance as the rooms continued to turn.

It stopped for a moment, now stuck in one of the rooms—it seemed like it was some sort of study, with stacks of books and writing supplies in the shelves. Who exactly lived here before this whole mess?

You opened the shoji, once again sprinting through the halls—you had to find both Inosuke and those kids’ brother. You weren’t too sure about the brother, however; who knows if he is still alive or not. Even so, if he is dead, you would still have to find his body and bury it.

Just as you were about to enter a room, you felt a strong force suddenly knock you out from the side, tackling you into another room. You hissed in pain, you left foot stinging and throbbing; however, you managed to kick the thing that had decided to tackle you from the side.

“Oh~ I knew it! You’re at the age to be eaten. How wonderful!” The demon giggled, crazed obsidian eyes looking at you as drool dribbled down its chin. “You’re injured, too! Now you’re doomed!”

You bit the insides of your cheek, trying to endure the pain of your twisted ankle, not wanting to apply too much pressure upon it.

“Jui~cy girl! I’ve eaten so many of you!” The demon cackled, steadily approached you.

“You’re a fucking waste of space and oxygen. Ugh, how nasty.” You grumbled, thumb pushing out the sword out of the sheath of you gripped the handle.

“How dare you…!” The demon screeched, lunging towards you at a high speed—hands reaching to slice your body.

“Fourth Style: Tides of the Moon.” You mumbled, a stream of waves flowing from the sword as you jumped upwards, cleanly slicing the demon’s neck. You landed on your feet, barely making a sound—however, you winced at the hot, sizzling pain in your ankle, cursing in yourself for your carelessness.

You took out an ointment from one of your thigh pouches, quickly taking off your jika-tabi and dabbing it onto your swollen ankle—the ointment smelling of arnica and chamomile oil. Hopefully, it would ease up the inflammation and pain.

You placed it back in the pouch, rushing to put back on your footwear and stood up carefully on both of your feet. You decided to stay in the room as to not strain your foot too much; however, that was a mistake. Because as soon as you got up, the room shifted—taking you to a new room.

Unfortunately, due to your shitty luck, there was also a demon. Fuck.

The demon looked up, an eerie grin tugging on its lips as its eyes looked over your body.

You felt chills down your spin. How disgusting.

“Hah! Finally! Proper food!” The demon licked it’s lips, his cackles echoing throughout the room. “I don’t have any uses for this now.” He held up a gravely injured boy, carelessly throwing the body out of the window just as the room shifted and turned once again.

You maintained your balance, eyes studying the demon in front of you. Clearly, it wasn’t strong enough to have some sort of Blood Demon Art—it looked like it had only eaten ten or eleven humans so far.

It still angered you, though; how dare he throw that body outside of the window? Though the boy was almost dead, it didn’t mean he had to experience any more pain.

“Eleventh Style: Dance of the Moon.” You closed your eyes, grip tightening on the hilt of your katana as you took controlled breaths, feeling every single fiber of your being growing stronger. Not only did it increase your strength, but your stamina and intuition—as you looked up, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion, your eyes catching every micro-expression and the slightest shift of a muscle on the demon.

The demon makes it look like he’s aiming for my head, when really he wants to slice my stomach. His eyes are also focused on my face, which means he wants to try to slash my eyes before he can prepare his attack.

You dashed towards the demon, swinging your sword in an infinity pattern; with ease, you had sliced the neck of the demon and many parts of its body. However, due to the force of your attack, you crashed through the window, flying out of the house with the body parts of the dead demon under your feet. Thankfully, it managed to break your fall—making you easily land on your feet with little to no pain.

“Oh my God! It’s a monster!” You heard a male voice wail in an high-pitched manner, causing you to look up and blink at the people in front of you.

You swung your sword over your head in a quick, circular motion, cleaning your sword of the demon blood before placing it back in its sheath.

“I know you two.” You spoke up, eyes once again shifting over to the two males in front of you, their eyes lighting up in recognition at the sight of you. “You’re from the Final Selection.”

#inosuke hashibira #hashibira inosuke #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira x reader #hashibira inosuke x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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xialing-gf · 5 years

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surprise!

Summary: (requested by @dutchiewhotriestowrite) Could you do a mj x bi!reader who’s an avenger but isn’t out yet and they caught MJ and reader mid make-out session?

Wc: 1554

a/n: this is pre-iw and post-homecoming to achieve ultimate fluff levels

Of course, your Calculus teacher decided to surprise your class with the information that there would be a test tomorrow on the on sushi night. Every Wednesday night, you and the Avengers went out to get sushi for dinner and tonight, you had to skip that weekly dinner to study. When Tony told you to get up from the couch, you gloomily replied, “I can’t go out tonight. I have homework.”

“C’ mon. You can do homework later,” Tony reasoned, leaning against the back of the sofa and you looked up at him as you lay horizontally on the couch. You smirked at the fact that for once in your life, you had to look up at Tony to meet his eyes.

“No, I have to study a ton. Bring some tempura back for me,” You decided, focusing on the pages of your calculus textbook. The rest of the Avengers walked into the living room, getting ready to leave, and Tony rolled his eyes exasperatedly at your protests, “Suit yourself.”

It was hard to focus on the formulas as you really wanted sushi. The loneliness in the building made it even harder to concentrate and you decided that you should probably get MJ over or else you weren’t going to be able to get any studying done. “Friday? Can you turn off surveillance cameras until Tony and the others get back?”

“Sure, Y/n,” Friday, Tony’s artificial intelligence assistant he programmed into the house, answered and you sighed in relief as you picked up your phone, dialing MJ’s number. Honestly, you weren’t sure if Michelle was free since she seemed to be pretty busy lately with poetry club. After three rings, MJ finally picked up the phone.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” MJ casually asked and you imagined that she was speaking to you in her bean bag chair with a book in her hand. You smiled, the visual of MJ and her voice comforting you a bit.

“Can you come over? I’ve been feeling a little lonely and I need a study buddy. The Avengers aren’t at home right now,” You explained, twirling your mechanical pencil between your fingers as you spoke. You frowned as you accidentally dropped the pencil, a dark pencil line appearing on a textbook page and you grabbed an eraser, erasing the line. You were always comically clumsy, a trait that MJ found adorably endearing and also a trait that often got you into awkward situations.

“Sure, I’ll be right there,” MJ answered enthusiastically and you thanked her, feeling your smile widen even more at the thought of MJ cuddling with you soon. When she hung up, you told yourself you were going to at least focus on studying until she arrived so you could spend some extra time with her after studying together and surprisingly, you were more productive than you had been all afternoon. In fact, you were so engrossed in studying that MJ had to ring the doorbell twice before you realized she was here. You quickly ran down and opened the door for her, gasping when you saw a takeout box in her hands.

“I know tonight is usually sushi night and figured you wanted some-” You cut MJ off by kissing her on the lips, wrapping your arms around her. MJ smiled into the kiss, placing her hands gently on the sides of your face.

“Let’s get inside. I think if we stay out here any longer, I’m not going to resist the temptation to eat that sushi,” You giggled, holding MJ’s hand as you both headed into the building. You brought MJ to the living room and sat next to her on the couch where you had been studying. You picked up your calculus textbook, placing it on your lap, and a sympathetic look crossed MJ’s face.

“Oh man, I’m sorry you got Mr. Rudo for calc this year. Everybody was stressing about that impromptu test he sprung up on you guys in chemistry. Ms.Toper is way nicer and never surprises us with tests,” MJ wrapped an arm around you, allowing you to nestle closer to her. She handed you the take-out box and opened it, feeding you a piece of sushi as she watched you look over the textbook pages.

“Yeah, he really surprised us. I still don’t get what hyperbolas are. Do you mind helping me out?” You bashfully asked and MJ smiled softly, kissing you on the forehead as she replied. “No, not at all.”

MJ explained what hyperbolas and ellipses were clearer than Mr. Rudo did and you were confident that you were going to pass your calculus test with flying colors, even if you were briefly distracted by your girlfriend as she was teaching you. The way her lips parted you drove you insane and the curls that fell across her eye made you want to play with her hair. Her eyes sparkled with a crystallized zeal and you wanted to kiss her so bad.

Finally, now that you had finished studying, you turned on the TV and let MJ choose a movie as you popped some popcorn and grabbed blankets. MJ chose the movie called “The Battle of Sexes” and you both shared a giant bowl of popcorn, cuddling under the blankets. You two lasted about ten minutes into the movie before you started making out, unable to resist the temptations that were slowly driving you insane.

You two made out for a couple minutes, practically breathing each other in. MJ smelled like strawberries and the warm summer breeze and her kisses were as gentle as a fairy’s touch and as rough as waves lapping against the sand. You were distracted by all these emotions (mostly lust and love) but while you were kissing MJ, a thought crossed your mind. MJ immediately knew something was off and stopped kissing you, quickly asking, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… how am I ever going to come out to the Avengers? I haven’t told them I’m bisexual and dating you yet and I really want to spend more time with you, but I can’t if I’m constantly hiding who I am and who I love from my only family,” You rambled, feeling insecure and upset. You and MJ were having the perfect make-out session until your thoughts ruined everything, per usual. MJ lightly caressed your face with her gentle fingers, admiration filling her gorgeous eyes.

“You might not feel ready now and you might never feel ready but if you tell them, I’m sure they won’t react harshly. They might be surprised but I know they’ll accept you. They care about you dearly,” MJ kissed the top of your head, pulling you into a hug. The TV softly mumbled in the background with the dialogue in the movie as you nodded, hugging MJ back.

“Sorry I ruined the moment,” You laughed lightly, hoping to lighten the mood. MJ shook her head, grinning at your dorkiness before kissing you on the lips again. You two made out for what felt like forever and you were so distracted by MJ’s kisses, you didn’t hear the Avengers coming home.

“Y/n? I brought the tempura back-” Steve stopped mid-sentence as he walked in on you and MJ locking lips. The rest of the Avengers filed into the room behind him and you almost fell off the couch in shock. Steve looked equally as surprised and everybody looked surprised except for Tony. You and MJ quickly separated, sitting up straight with wide eyes.

“Oh, should I… go?” MJ awkwardly asked, getting ready to stand up but you quickly held her hand, shaking your head. You met her eyes and she saw the determination and desperation in your eyes and sat back down on the couch. Squaring your shoulders and breathing in a deep breath, you faced the Avengers and announced, “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Michelle Jones. I probably should have told you this a while ago but I was too scared.”

“Y/n, you know we’re going to accept you for who you are, regardless of what you’ve done or who you are. Next time, just give us a heads-up; we’ll understand,” Natasha offered a small comforting smile as she spoke and the other Avengers nodded in agreement. You sighed in relief and grinned, “Thanks.”

Steve awkwardly put the take-out box with tempura down on the kitchen counter and told you that it was there if you were hungry. You turned off the TV and cleaned up the popcorn and blankets as MJ got ready to leave. She insisted that it was late and that she had to go home before her parents got antsy. MJ also wanted you to sleep early so you could do well on your calculus exam the next day and you gave her one last kiss before she left.

As you sat back down on the couch, wedging your pencil between the textbook pages you had studying, Tony walked over with a coffee mug in his hand. You narrowed your eyes at him and asked, “Why weren’t you surprised when I came out?”

“You forget to clear surveillance footage often,” Tony chuckled, walking away while sipping his coffee. You felt heat rising up your cheeks, embarrassed that your clumsiness had once again resulted in you getting caught in another awkward situation.

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The Blind Leading the Blind pt. 2 [Matt x Reader]

>>> Part 1 <<<>>>Part 3<<<

You wake up to the smell of antibacterial soap, a throbbing pain in your arm, and thick cloud surrounding your head. The last thing you remember... did I ever get that sandwich?

“You’re awake.” a chirpy voice rings out. Footsteps approach, and a soft hand pats your hand as she raises your bed to a better sitting position. You blink a few times. You didn’t even realize your eyes were open. “Don’t panic, now.” she says just as the soft tones of the heart rate machine begin to grow more ecstatic. “It’s going to take some time for the swelling in your head to go down, but once things calm down your sight will return. Give it time, (Y/N).”

“So it’s coming back?” your voice sounds dry and raspy. You wonder how long you’ve been here. How long you’ve been asleep or unconscious or whatever happened. Where the man that helped you is.

“Yes honey, the surgeon was confident in your recovery. He will be in here a little later to discuss the procedure and any questions you may have then.”

The nurse checks things around the room, or so you assume from her rustling. Her footsteps grow faded but then she stops.

“Oh right, you do have a guest if you are up to it. A man has been back the past two days asking if you are awake yet.”

“A man?”

The one that brought you into the ER. He arrived here about an hour ago and has been waiting. Would you like for me to send him in?”

The entire ordeal, your attack, the stranger, all of it fills your brain. Anxiety presses on your chest, but you agree and give her the go. This man really has stuck by. For a stranger of all people. It doesn’t make sense. You don’t deserve his kindness.

“Hi.” That voice greets you, smooth and surprisingly timid. You can clearly remember his confidence a few days ago.

“Thank you.” You blurt out, and immediately regret. He laughs softly.

“Please, don’t thank me...You know,” his words trail off and there is some distinct tapping as he sounds to be getting closer and closer. “I do believe we haven’t officially made acquaintance.”

“(Y/N).” you smile, hoping that you are looking in his general direction with some sort of accuracy.

“Matthew.”

“It’s nice to put a name to the voice... I may have died out there or lost my vision permanently if you didn’t come along.”

“So you will get it back?”

“So they tell me. Not sure when yet, though.”

“You will get it back though, which is what’s important.”

“Yeah.”

Silence fills the room. You wonder why he’s here. What he wants. Maybe this wasn’t a debt free exchange. Maybe he’s poor, homeless. Wants payment for his deed. Not that you have much to give...

“I uh, do you have family? The nurse said there is no one on file.”

Your heart sinks.

“It’s for the best they don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“My family is, uh, complicated. We used to live here in Hell’s Kitchen once upon a time. I grew up here. But then I came home to a moving truck and a suitcase packed for me to go off to boarding school without an explanation. I guess that’s why I’m back now.”

Matthew is quiet, almost seems to be holding his breath. The fact that there is only darkness is really starting to dawn on you. Usually in pitch blackness your eyes adjust and soon the outlines of the geography of the area begins to show itself in faint shadows and tones that are a little darker than the rest. It’s not much, but it’s something. Something you didn’t think you’d miss until you can’t even wave your hand in front of your eyes and sense movement or make out the curves of the end of the bed your toes are propped up against. What you can hear are the steady blips of the heart rate monitor quickening and what seems like someone speaking in the hallway. So faint you can tell it’s words but have no idea what is being said.

Warmth encompasses your hand and the voice seems louder now, more defined.

“Breathe.” It says, and the feeling of circles being rubbed on your wrist are consuming your senses now. “It’s overwhelming, I know, but you must calm down if you want it to get better.”

“I want to see again.”

“You can see. Focus your ears. Listen to the sound of my breathing and match it.”

Labored breaths get caught in your chest but you focus on trying to calm down out of this horrid panic attack and find Matthew’s breathing. As if you’re tuning a radio the flushing of his exhale and the deep swoosh of his hearty inhale fill your ears. In. and out. In. and out.

“Good. Now I want you to take a deep breathe in. Tell me what you smell.”

“What... what I smell?”

“Just try.”

On your next big inhale you pull in the air. Matthew is standing so close you can almost taste the faint twinge of cologne. Or maybe that’s deodorant. Yes, your ex in high school used to wear that deodorant until he decided to stop using hygiene products all together... Soy sauce. All that sushi you’ve consumed in your twenties is a dead giveaway to that smell. I could really go for a tempura roll right now...

“Chinese food?” You say softly, and you hear him let out an affirmative chirp. “And do you by chance wear Degree deodorant.”

“Thai and you are impressively correct on the second one.”

“How you do know about this? That’s the quickest I’ve ever come out of a panic attack that bad.”

“Let’s just say I’ve been in a similar position before.”

“Who are you?”

He exhales roughly, releasing your hand. You worry you’ve upset him, though he was the one asking about your family a few minutes prior.

“There’s many answers to that question.”

“What’s an answer you’re willing to give then? All I know is you must be the Good Samaritan of the year and have nice biceps.”

“Oh really?” he chuckles. You feel your cheeks grow warm and hope he can’t tell you’re blushing. It’s not often you speak so easily to men, offering flirty comments as he sits on the edge of your bed. Granted, it is a hospital bed and you could be staring at his crotch right now and you wouldn’t know but at least you are feeling fairly confident.

“But anyways... just give me something about you. So I can paint a better picture in my head.”

“A lawyer.” he says almost immediately. “I run my own law firm with my best friend. My college roommate, Foggy and our office assistant Karen.”

“A lawyer? What a big shot.”

“Well, uh, we try our best. We just want to help people. Someone’s gotta stand up for those who don’t have as big a voice.”

“Noble. Also explains why you’ve come back, you’re hoping I’ll sue or something right?”

You can hear Matthew shift from foot to foot and pass an object in his hand to his other palm.

“If you want a lawyer then I would certainly represent you, but that’s not the reason I came back.”

“Then why?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

You consider dropping it. You don’t want to scare him away, make him think you’re trying to intrude into his life. Yet, there is something he’s holding back. Something he wants to say, but isn’t. You can feel it.

“Well I am literally all ears if you care to stick around and tell it.”

Already making blind jokes only a few hours in. Matt didn’t dare get into those for a few weeks at least. Apart from her inevitable panic attack, she’s taking this all remarkably well. Maybe it’s the short term nature of her blindness. She doesn’t have to live with this forever.

If she did though, her senses are sharp. She had it down to the brand on his deodorant. He expected her to pick up on the soy sauce as he accidentally spilled some on his pants during lunch, but the deodorant was a pleasant surprise.

Matt must now decide whether or not he is going to go into this story with her. He’s told it a million times by now. People are so curious to know of how a disability came about. There were a few times he didn’t feel like going into the car crash and hazardous materials spill story and just claimed he has been like this since birth. It never ceased to amaze him that people were actually disappointed when he would tell them it was congenial. As if he were depriving them of some tale of a tragic accident they can share with their book club friends over black tea and Chips Ahoy cookies.

Somehow this is different. She isn’t asking about his eyes because, well, she has no idea he sees the same world she does. She’s asking about him. Who Matthew Murdock is. It’s strangely unnerving to separate him from his blindness.

“I grew up here, in Hell’s Kitchen. My father raised me alone, supporting us on his boxing career up until his death. After he died, I was sent to the orphanage at the church. I had just gone blind at the time--”

“Wait, you’re blind?”

“Yeah, uh, I did say I could relate.”

“Wow. What are the odds. Sorry, continue.” she says, and Matt is taken aback by how swiftly that was glossed over. Like it’s a story for later, not the main chronicle. He collects himself and continues.

“I was full of anger in those days. My father left me, my sight was gone. It felt like the world was crumbling around me. I learned a lot though, about myself. About what I truly believe in. What I was meant to be. This nun, Sister Maggie, used to sit by my bed when I would have a nightmare as a kid. She would hold my hand and tell me that God has a plan for me and that all that has happened would make sense one day. As I got older, went to college, got my law degree, that started to make more sense. I opened a firm with my best friend and we began doing what we always talked about-- helping people. So I suppose that’s why I’m here. I was once lying on the street in a dark world. My father was there to hold me, though. Knowing what it’s like to have your vision stolen from you, there is not a part of me that could stand letting you wake up with no one to hold your hand.”

“Or insist I smell the lunch you spilt.” she chuckles. Matt feels her hand slide into his. He curls his fingers over hers, his thumb forming a mind of its own and tracing gentle circles along the back of her hand. He didn’t notice it earlier, but her hand is swollen with tears across her knuckles. Defensive wounds. His chest aches as he ever so gently feels the extend of her injuries. The gashes on her fingers. Hairline fractures in her thumb and wrist. He’s surprised she’s not pulling away, even with the slight pressure he’s applying.

A thought occurs to him, and he presses a little harder. He can feel them now, the calluses and scar tissue. Parts of the bone that healed stronger than before.

“Do you know why you were attacked?” Matt asks softly, honing in on the sound of her heartbeat. It quickens slightly, but then slows again.

“I don’t know for sure, but I suspect they want me to get to my father.” her heart is even, unwavering. She’s telling the truth.

“Who is your father?”

“[Y/N], it’s time to go.” your father is standing at the door, his keys in hand. It is a strangely domestic scene for your home, as your father is usually not the one home to take you places, let alone be dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. It’s his day off, though, so he told you. He paid for your mother to have a weekend at the spa. You were snooping when you overheard him insisting she take some time to relax. He told her he felt bad for being away from you for so long and wanted to spend some time bonding. She seemed reluctant at the time, but the ease in her walk as she kissed your forehead and got in the car made you think she changed her mind on that stance. You sling your gym bag over your shoulder and exit the house as he shuts the door behind you.

You’re sitting in the front seat, watching the massive houses pass at the front of the gated community you live in. Your house is smaller, not as extravagant as these, but you’re thankful for that. You like not being like your friends with their butlers and nannies. You feel like you are lucky to have a mother that takes such good care of you and a father that works hard but still makes efforts such as these every so often. It could be worse.

Sometimes you think about your old home in Hell’s Kitchen. You miss the city noises and the constant activity right outside your door.

“Your mother lets you sit in the front now?” your father asks, glancing at you as you pause at a stop sign.

“I’m almost fourteen, I’ve been sitting in the front since I was eleven.”

“Hm.”

The car turns left, which throws you off.

“The dance studio is a right.” you correct him, but he doesn’t seem in a hurry to make a U-turn.

“I called your dance studio. Told them you were sick. We have a different activity for the afternoon.”

“What are we doing?”

He sighs. You can see his mind working, trying to figure out what to say. You wonder if you should be worried. Maybe you should text mom...

“[Y/N], what is my job?”

“Uh, you run a bank don’t you? Something with finances?”

“Very good. I run a private bank. Recently, I have gotten a lot of new clients. A lot of powerful clients.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“As a businessman, yes it is good. But as a father, I have some worries. I want you to be safe.”

“Why wouldn’t I be safe?” You begin to feel a bit more uneasy. This feels like a scene from a TV show or a book. It doesn’t seem like a conversation you expected to be having with you boring banker father.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared, I just want to know. I’m fourteen, I’m not a little kid that doesn’t hear when you and mom are arguing down the hall.”

He looks over at you, and sighs, a glimmer of admiration(?) in his eye. The car comes to a stop and you look up to see that you’re parked in front of a martial arts studio.

“You’re a firecracker sometimes. Use that, [Y/N].”

She tells Matt about her father, his business and how she took a years of self defense classes because he was worried. He never truly revealed what he was worried for and she began to forget about her teenage worries as she grew older and nothing ever threatened her.

He listens, realizations dawning on him with each new piece of the puzzle she provides. Karen was telling him about a bank that was pocketed by Fisk. She said it was the hub for white collar criminals to filter their money through. It was happening on a small scale, just the inner office with a corrupt director until the CFO found out and shut down the operation. He reported the criminal activity and pissed a lot of organizations, mobs, crime lords off. The bank’s reputation was trashed in the papers and the CFO went off the grid soon after. Fisk must have chosen it to be one of his banks of choice because of the desperate need for clientele.

Suddenly, Matt’s ears perk up. There’s noises floors down, muffled yelling and pounding footsteps. The sound of a gun crashing into the side of a skull reaches his ears, and he jumps up.

“[Y/N], we need to leave immediately.”

“What? I--” He grabs her hands, pulling her out of the bed and gently removing the IV from her arm. She winces and uses him to support her weight as she gains her footing from laying for days.

“They’re coming. We need to get you somewhere safe.”

>>>Part 3<<<

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